Looking at my life:
as a book, it would be in an incomplete manuscript form, if you looked at it now it would only have my youth in it, and reading it, you would say,
“Throw that in the trash, that’s awful.”
But maybe, just maybe, if you read the same book in, another 30-40 years, those trashy youthful stories would only amount to one chapter called,
So,Â To Judge a Manuscript Before It’s Done,
calling a ballgame in the seventh inning because of sunshine.