I'm old. I know who I am. Finally. I want to keep doing what I've been doing, because I haven't
gotten it quite right yet. I want to write two more books. I want to do a garden.
I realized what I wanted to do when I was a freshman at the University of California in the Sixties. The teaching assistant and the professor in my English composition class were carrying on a conversation about grades, and they had this little repartee about symbols they used when they corrected papers. And I thought, "Those two are having so much fun. That's what I want to do for the rest of my life." Want to hear the joke? The T.A. said, "That CCL in the margin means circumlocutory. That means you're using too many words." And the professor said, "I just write wordy."