Yeah, Yeah. I, I Don't Think I'm

Yeah, Yeah. I, I Don't Think I'm Always Right. But I Don't Think Young People Are Always Right, Either.

And Uh, I'm Glad That I Still Have My Hands And My Eyes To Work With.

Many Of The Younger Generation Know My Name In A Vague Way And Connect It With Grotesque Inventions, But Don't Believe That I Ever Existed As A Person. They Think I'm A Nonperson, Just A Name That Signifies A Tangled Web Of Pipes Or Wires Or Strings That Suggest Machinery. My Name To Them Is Like A Spiral Staircase, Veal Cutlets, Barber's Itch — Terms That Give You An Immediate Picture Of What They Mean.

And During My College, At The End Of The Junior Year I Worked In A Mine.

I Wonder How Anybody Can Think His Personality Changes With His Success. I've Had Quite A Bit Of Success But I Feel That I'm Just The Same Person As I Always Was.