Ben Leto was a professionally uncelebrated novelist, self-appointed dilletantish libertine and town drunk in the early half of the 21st Century. Predominately itinerant since leaving Highgate, North London, Leto has been sighted more than once in West London's Chiswick, St Andrews in North East Fife, Powys in South Wales and Cairo, with further unconfirmed sightings in Vancouver, British Columbia. Despite fervent insistences to the contrary, only one of his reputed novels exists in a complete state, though much of his work survives in an unattributable and occluded subconscious influence. Since his mysterious disapperance shortly before his 28th birthday, Leto's existence perpetuates itself as only a brief and enigmatic mention - an accident of thought or slip of the tongue. There are even those who deny he ever truly existed.
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I'd like to meet:
Either Da Vinci or Jesus. I once met Kofi Annan but he borrowed my biro and to date has not returned it.
