What struck me at the time was that, for the first time ever, this standard thought of mine—“You screwed up”—didn’t seem to be coming from me. It was just some guy in my head doing the talking. And it wasn’t clear that he was worth paying attention to. Who the hell was he, anyway? Now, more than a decade later, having thought about this stuff more and written this book, I might answer, “He was a module in my mind.”
