A FEATHER. A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed by little leaning and by all sorts of mounted reserves and loud volumes. It is surely cohesive.
We are always the same age inside.
A masterpiece... may be unwelcome but it is never dull.
But the problem is that when I go around and speak on campuses, I still don't get young men standing up and saying, 'How can I combine career and family?'
It is the soothing thing about history that it does repeat itself.
If you can do it then why do it?