I'm Delighted By How Nobody's

My Dad Had This Rock Hard Body And Would Work 12- To 13-hour Days. The Guys He Worked With Were Scrap-iron Guys. Nobody On That Road Crew Had Read A Book In 10 Years, But There Was Something About The Way They Lived I Really Admired.

I Can Be Glib And Truthful All At Once.

Were It Not For Occam's Razor, Which Always Demands Simplicity, I'd Be Tempted To Believe That Human Beings Are More Influenced By Distant Causes Than Immediate Ones. This Would Especially Be True Of Overeducated People, Who Are Capable Of Thinking Past The Immediate, Of Becoming Obsessed By The Remote. It's The Old Stuff, The Conflicts We've Never Come To Terms With, That Sneaks Up On Us, Half Forgotten, Insisting Upon Action.

Worse, I Have To Admit To Feeling The Jealousy Of One Crab For Another That Has Managed To Climb Out Of The Barrel.

People Who Imagine Themselves To Be Self-made Seldom Enjoy Examining The Process Of Manufacture In Detail.