Until A Friend Or Relative Has Applied

I Keep Thinking I'll Enjoy Suspense Novels, And Sometimes I Do. I've Read About 20 Dick Francis Novels.

I Woke Up Thinking A Very Pleasant Thought. There Is Lots Left In The World To Read.

Sometimes, Despite The Fact That You're Reading Through Masses Of Material, You Just Can't Not Think About A Certain Event, For It Seems To Capture The Reality Of The Entire Situation So Much Better Than Any Set Of Statistics.

Friends, Both The Imaginary Ones You Build For Yourself Out Of Phrases Taken From A Living Writer, Or Real Ones From College, And Relatives, Despite All The Waste Of Ceremony And Fakery And The Fact That Out Of An Hour Of Conversation You May Have Only Five Minutes In Which The Old Entente Reappears, Are The Only Real Means For Foreign Ideas To Enter Your Brain.

I Really Practiced Hard And Got To A Certain Level Of Technical Proficiency. I Overcame Some Of My Limitations. I Was A Hard-working, Dedicated Bassoonist, But I Have To Say I'm Not A Natural Musician.