My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Most Qualified to Contradict Me
I realize I contradict myself with regularity, that what I say today may differ from what I said yesterday or might say tomorrow, but I am getting used to this arrangement. If I must be contradicted, I may as well do it myself. No one else is as qualified, and I am closer to the source of contradiction than anyone else.
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