Old Age Makes Caricatures Of Us All.

Every Island To A Child Is A Treasure Island.

Children Live In Occupied Territory. The Brave And The Foolhardy Openly Rebel Against Authority, Whether Harsh Or Benign. But Most Tread Warily, Outwardly Accommodating Themselves To Alien Mores And Edicts While Living In Secret Their Iconoclastic And Subversive Lives.

To Look Back On One's Life Is To Experience The Capriciousness Of Memory. ... The Past Is Not Static. It Can Be Relived Only In Memory, And Memory Is A Device For Forgetting As Well As Remembering. It, Too, Is Not Immutable. It Rediscovers, Reinvents, Reorganizes. Like A Passage Of Prose It Can Be Revised And Repunctuated. To That Extent, Every Autobiography Is A Work Of Fiction And Every Work Of Fiction An Autobiography.

I Still Occasionally Need To Struggle But I Now Fear It Less. The Weapons I Fight It With Are Also My Consolations: Books, Music, Food, Wine, Nature.

If All Power Corrupts, Then A Doctor, Who Literally Holds Life And Death In His Hands, Must Be At Particular Risk.