ABSTRACT
Few literary puzzles have inspired such universal apathy as the question: ‘‘Who was Anon?’’ Books of quotations are cluttered with sayings attributed to Anon, and these scraps of truth and wisdom have earned Anon universal recognition and immortality. Innumerable biographies have been written about lesser authors, even authors so obscure that their works are seldom read. But Anon himself, though widely read and widely quoted, has been accorded only widespread indifference by the literary community.
