“And each year, I lose a little bit more of what made me special as a kid. I don’t think as much or question as much. I dare nothing. I put nothing on the line. Even my passions are now frayed and pathetic. Once I dreamed I’d be a great man, Lowenstein. Now, the best I can hope for is that I can fight my way back to being a mediocre man.” “It sounds like a desperate life.” “No,” I disagreed, “I think it sounds like an ordinary one. Look, I’ve kept you here late. Is it possible I could take you to dinner to make up for my inexcusable behavior?”
