He Had Regrets, Of Course, But Not

No, Now He Didn't Want To Let Himself Get Too Close Because He Knew It Wasn't Going To Last. Good Stuff Never Lasted. Change Would Come And Wipe It Away, And What Was The Point? It Hurt Too Much Every Time It Was Ripped Away And He Was Getting Tired Of Losing Pieces Of Himself. Pretty Soon There Wouldn't Be Much Left, Just Scraps Of Gristle And Bone Without Feeling. He Didn't Need That

The Injury That We Do To A Man Must Be Such That We Need Not Fear His Vengeance.

This Would Be A Tricky Operation, No Doubt Of That, And A Mistake Would Probably Be Fatal. So Many Things He Had Done Over The Years Would Have Been Fatal, Had His Luck Not Been Strongly Good. He Had Cheated Death Dozens Of Times, But That Did Not Mean He Could Take It As A Given. A Man Needed Only One Fatal Mistake To End The Game.

I'm No Spring Chicken. The Same Arthritis That Ate Up My Left Hip That Finally Got Replaced Hasn't Stopped There... And Touring Is A Lot Of Work. I'm Impressed When I See People Like Eric Clapton Out There. Gee Whiz, Eric, Give Me A Break! I Know It's Gotta Hurt Somewhere.

Well. There Was Noting To Be Done For It. Things Had Happened As They Did, Time's Arrow Had Yet To Be Reversed By Humans, Done Was Done. If A Man Spent His Life Looking Over His Shoulder At Every Possible Branching Of His Path He Could Have Taken, He Would Never Accomplish Anything. One Must Learn From History So As Not To Repeat It, But One Must Not Waste One's Energy Or Time Worrying About What Might Have Been. Sorry . . . But People Die Every Day And The Galaxy Continues On Quite Well Without Them. Consider Yourself Lucky You Are One Of Those As Yet Unselected By The Fates.