It's nice to finish something (I started this essay in summer 2006) and be forced to admit that it's not only a lot better than when it started, but actually, if I say so myself, pretty darn good. But please: don't ask me to look at it again!Incidentally, a student asked about my book the other day ("book? what book?") and I told him I have a full draft but am afraid to look at it, since things that seem inspired when I write them seem anything but when I revisit them; and then, the inspired revisions seem anything but when I revisit them, and so on... Not sure if the glass is half full or half empty, I said, but I am convinced it is a very nice glass.
