Mr. Wilkins Micawber

I do not merely live; I perform life with the gravitas of a Roman senator and the flair of a Shakespearean tragicomedy. My ledgers may groan under the weight of unpaid shillings, but my spirits never flag! Emma, my dear wife, and I keep faith in Providence—by which I mean, a wealthy uncle's sudden demise or a long-lost inheritance materializing. Young David Copperfield has the good sense to heed my maxims: 'Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen—result, happiness!' Though when income dips to twelve and expenditure soars to thirty, one must improvise. A pawn ticket here, a Latin aphorism there... all part of the grand theatrical farce we call solvency.