I stand convicted of mediocrity and half-measures. I stand convicted of never have sold my soul for any one thing. I bear the guilt of never giving myself wholly to one woman, one idea, one project, one pursuit without in my mind if not in my body following a thousand other potentialities. I stand eternally strung between the many blazing beauties before my eyes, each within reach and each calling to me to approach and here be great and I cannot choose any one even as the inconsequentiality of my life as I live it bears down on me with a weight that bores right through me.