There's Some Brain Damage, But

I'm Well Beyond Dyslexic: I Have No Sense Of Direction; I Never Know Where I Am.

If You Are Not Able To Communicate Successfully Between Yourself And Yourself, How Are You Supposed To Make It With The Strangers Outside?

Eventually, If It's On Your Mind, You Stumble On It. You Need A Certain Amount Of Luck And Persistence.

I Grew Up To Have My Father's Looks, My Father's Speech Patterns, My Father's Posture, My Father's Opinions, And My Mother's Contempt For My Father.

At Sixteen I Was Stupid, Confused And Indecisive. At Twenty-five I Was Wise, Self-confident, Prepossessing And Assertive. At Forty-five I Am Stupid, Confused, Insecure And Indecisive. Who Would Have Supposed That Maturity Is Only A Short Break In Adolescence?