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At The Time, I Didn't Have The Insight To Wonder At The Transient Nature Of Despair, But Now That I'm Older I've Seen How Little It Takes To Turn A Person's Life Around For Better Or Worse. An Event Will Do, Or An Idea. Another Person. An Idea Of A Person.

Somewhere Along The Line I'd Lost The Will Not To Eat.

While Working In Advertising, I Channelled My Creative Energy Into Elaborate Escape Fantasies: Cake Making, Dog Breeding, The Peace Corps.

It's A Strange Sensation To Live Inside Another Person's Life, To Wonder All The Time What He Is Doing, Or Thinking Or Feeling.

If There Was Ever A More Perfect Day In The History Of Time It Isn't One I've Heard About.