I know exactly what I want to do in my life. It's hard, and there are many easier but much more rewarding things, but I have very little interest in achieving them. I might lose, and be a contradictory passionate sellout but I will have tried. I am not owed anything, I do not deserve anything, and any modicum of success I achieve will make me happy. I am of the world and the world is mine. Everything has gone almost precisely according to the plan. I shall become a novelist and it will be great.
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