But when I stopped for breath and looked around, I found myself already hungry for the next thing, and at the back of my joy grew a great fear of falling behind. I wanted a third degree, I wanted my books to be published, my voice to be heard, not from a sense of my particular importance but because the hunger still drove me. I still had this sense that significance was out there to be claimed, and I needed to push a little harder to grasp it.
