You scribble on any subject that comes to mind. Words cascade like an avalanche in spring. Try chewing your pencil and staring out the window in despair every so often.” — Wislawa Szymborska
He called himself a statistical optimist, which must be a special two-legged category, not at all like the rest of us — man or woman — sugared perhaps with private sonnets sent to friends, the ones who gave him hope, the desperate ones he most admired, who loved him least. jh With apologies to Paul Krugman, whose phrase "statistical optimist" I've taken out of context. And to Wislawa Szymborska, whose words ditto.
