twenty-eight years and a million words
I have never been this saddle sore. I am getting old. It snowed on me again, too. I'm starting to get the impression that this might shape up to be a cold winter.
It has always seemed strange to me...The things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second.
—John Steinbeck, Cannery Row