You Have To Do What You Think

But I Was Used To Finding Something Deadly In Things That Attracted Me; There Was Always Something Deadly Lurking In Anything I Wanted, Anything I Loved.

As I Said, This Was My Sarcastic Summer. It Was Only Long After That I Recognized Sarcasm As The Protest Of People Who Are Weak.

Exeter Was, I Suspect, More Crucial In My Life Than In The Lives Of Most Members Of My Class, And Conceivably, Than In The Lives Of Almost Anyone Else Who Ever Attended The School.

The Best Teaching I Ever Experienced Was At Exeter. Yale Was A Distinct Letdown Afterward.

So The More Things Remained The Same, The More They Changed After All. Nothing Endures. Not Love, Not A Tree, Not Even A Death By Violence.