I have this demon who wants me to run away screaming if I am going to be flawed, fallible. It wants me to think I’m so good I must be perfect. Or nothing. I am, on the contrary, something: a being who gets tired, has shyness to fight, has more trouble than most facing people easily. If I get through this year, kicking my demon down when it comes up, realizing I’ll be tired after a day’s work, and tired after correcting papers, and it’s natural tiredness, not something to be ranted about in horror, I’ll be able, piece by piece, to face the field of life, instead of running from it the minute it
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