In which your hero is spared a life of arrogance and stunted creativity thanks to a relay race gone wrong and a pedophile.
Bookclub: Donald Hall, Essays after Eighty
Nov 9, 1984
Definitely not whimsical. I wrote the first draft of this perhaps ten years ago and it reflects, as well as I could in hindsight, the funhouse mirror of my mind at 21. It wasn’t pretty. But if you love someone who is depressed, this might help you understand just a little bit better. If you are depressed, maybe it will give you a little bit of hope. For what it’s worth, I have not felt this way in decades.