If I were to sign it now, I'd be committing forgery. I'd be putting my 1943 signature on a canvas painted in 1922.
It was true that there was no such person as Comrade Oglivy, but a few lines of print and a couple of faked photographs would soon bring him into existence. . . Comrade Oglivy, who had never existed in the present, now existed in the past, and when once the act of forgery was forgotten, he would exist just as authentically, and upon the same evidence, as Charlemagne or Julius Caesar.
Anything that's signed by me on EBay is a forgery and not authentic.
If my forgeries looked as bad as the CBS documents, it would have been 'Catch Me In Two Days'.
Things, when magnified, are forgeries of happiness.
The handwriting on the wall may be a forgery.