This chapter is approximately as short as the previous one. Maugham talks about his motivation for writing the book, his history with the project, his apprehensions with the undertaking, his ambitions for it. It is not a book for anyone else, it is a book for him. He discusses how–even though he has written himself into novels as a character–he is uncomfortable confronting himself. He has less control over his own character than he does over his characters, which relates nicely back to the previous chapter, where he discusses the complexities of the common man. His uncertainty is rather charming.