A few nights in the open, my lord, a quiet time and peace. Yes, I admit I am glad. It was good, but it is also good to be alone. We need not hurry. At the end is a tomb. Do we need to rush toward it? It will wait.

Wo kahte h ki hum gusse me
Sab kuchh bhul jaate h,
Par wo ye nhi btate ki hum
Pyar me bhi sab kuchh bhul jaate h,,

Being management means having to hold your hands behind your back while your inexperienced junior staff crap all over a job you could have done in five seconds—and then taking their mess right on the chin.

I left the front stoop on Leslie Street, ate of the fruit of the tree of fiction, and nothing, neither reality nor myself, has been the same since.

Written By Philip Roth

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