One curious thing about growing up is that you don`t only move forward in time; you move backwards as well, as pieces of your parents` and grandparents` lives come to you.
Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually racked with pain.
If you can`t think of what to write, tough luck; write anyway. If you can think of lots more when you`ve finished the three pages, don`t write it; it`ll be that much easier to get going next day.
I have maintained a passionate interest in education, which leads me occasionally to make foolish and ill-considered remarks alleging that not everything is well in our schools.
One curious thing about growing up is that you don`t only move forward in time; you move backwards as well, as pieces of your parents` and grandparents` lives come to you.
