I tremble, I quiver, like the leaf in the hedge, as I sit dangling my feet, on the edge of the bed, with a new day to break open. I have fifty years, I have sixty years to spend. I have not yet broken into my hoard. This is the beginning.’
This book is exquisitely poetic. What a great thing to express the joy of youth in a way that an actual youth would probably be totally incapable of
