Friday, July 6, 2012
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Rather than imagine a new life, I pretended about the old one.
But along the way I have made more mistakes than that one. Probably the biggest of them was not accepting the inevitability of change more than twenty years ago. Rather than imagine a new life, I pretended about the old one. And for that I have surely paid a price. In my darker moods, I feel the cost has been too high, that fate has exacted an unfair revenge. But most of the time, when I think of how much worse it all could have turned out, I realize I have been lucky. It does not matter, though. I am going on. I have never doubted that.
The Innocent. Scot Turow.
The Innocent. Scot Turow.
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