The way I write my own history it's low on winning streaks. I never could gamble. I like to work things out in advance, but it bothers me to think of
what I might have been missing. I've done too much hacking away against the grain of life. Without all that solemn effort, maybe, I could have gone further, faster, easier.
Remember what my headmaster said thirty years ago, that tar-stained old walrus: "Simon, you think too much."
Thinking's like a black tunnel. Once you're in it you have to think your way through to the other end. At least I think so.
