But perhaps there are points about which one never grows old. And it is no more agreeable at sixty-three to feel that a young woman no longer considers you a man than it is at sixteen to feel that she still considers you a child. – Romain Gary
He had an ego problem.
Really wanted to be cremated and have his ashes strewn along the rocky coast.
But he worried.
He worried, s'pose he did finish The Great American Novel?
Those who would idolize him, the sophomore girls with the big eyes who studied him at Vassar and Wellesley would have no grave to visit.
No shrine at which to mourn.
Seemed quite the puzzlement.
So he puzzled.
He poured another drink.
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