Why I shouldn't indulge in bibliomancy.
Just read something in Richard Price's Clockers (NY: Avon Books [a division of The Hearst Corporation], 1995 [movie tie-in mass market paperback]; copyright 1992; ISBN: 0-380-72081-7; 630 pps.) that brought me up short:
"He carefully scissored out the drawing of Aquaman, then taped it to his desk light as a reminder to himself that at forty-three you don't make plans to dabble in different lives. At forty-three, what you are, what you know, is about as far as you're going to go in this life; about the most you can hope for is a little fine-tuning and a pay hike or two."
-- p. 349 (Chapter 18)
Man, if that's true, kill me now. Just. Kill. Me. Now.
"He carefully scissored out the drawing of Aquaman, then taped it to his desk light as a reminder to himself that at forty-three you don't make plans to dabble in different lives. At forty-three, what you are, what you know, is about as far as you're going to go in this life; about the most you can hope for is a little fine-tuning and a pay hike or two."
-- p. 349 (Chapter 18)
Man, if that's true, kill me now. Just. Kill. Me. Now.