I’m bright - people tell me that - but I don’t know what I want to do. I’m restless. I’m afraid that one day I’ll be working somewhere - tie, desk, office, the routine - and I’ll look up and I’ll see a man eyeing me from the outside and I’ll know from his expression that he’s thinking, Why doesn’t he ask for more?
I’m afraid that late one evening, perhaps after relating an unlikely anecdote about a musical janitor, I’ll jump to my feet, upsetting the chair, and I’ll hear myself shout, “Do you hear? I had it all there;so; within reach of my hand.
— Yann Martel - The Time I Heard The Private Donald J.Rankin String Concerto With One Discordant Violin, by the American Composer John Morton
