“Oh,” Johnny said, “he’ll get to places I never got to,” and his heart grew big with pride, his mind swept over the enchanting landscape of his son’s future. “You wait and see.” “You’re a good man, too,” Rose reminded him. “Good? A man once called me kind, not good. I don’t fool myself. That’s my virtue. If you notice, it’s almost always what a man wants is to have his son better than he is. Rose, I’ve noticed that. And then, I never had much confidence. But every man lacks something.” And thus do we excuse our failures, by admitting them.
