It Is Perhaps Sad Books That Best

We Study Biology, Physics, Movements Of Glaciers... Where Are The Classes On Envy, Feeling Wronged, Despair, Bitterness.

Distress At Losing An Object Can Be As Much A Frustration At The Intellectual Mystery Of The Disappearance As About The Loss Itself.

Most Of Us Still Caged Within Careers Chosen For Us By Our Not Entirely Worldly 18-22 Year Old Selves.

Work Finally Begins When The Fear Of Doing Nothing Exceeds The Fear Of Doing It Badly.

One Kind Of Good Book Should Leave You Asking: How Did The Author Know That About Me?