Good Christ, he said to the mirror br you certainly look your age br hair retreating to the rear br bleary eyes br gray stubble br another night spent carousing br takes a toll all right br you could have spent the hours br instead br on the unfinished manuscript br lying bereft on the desk br br 'Tell us what you thought br when you embarked on this voyage, br leaving your native land br for the shores of Chicago? br No answer? - you faltered br for fear of failure? ....