Unlike life, when books become meaningless, they are making a point.
The young break rules for fun. The old for profit.
I am now old enough to make common cause with my predecessors against my successors.
There is a line between a definite maybe and an indefinite yes.
The past goes right on pulling me apart, though I can scarcely remember the people or the issues.
Of course I want to be good, but that may not be to your advantage.