Faced with the choice between changing one's mind and proving that there is no need to do so, almost everyone gets busy on the proof.
I know Mother named me after a railroad man, but it's too late now, I'm afraid. Much, much too late.
I'm old enough to have friends and contemporaries who have long since retired, and that's their prerogative - enough is enough; it doesn't mean a thing to me. But I haven't got any money, so, you know, I just keep on working.

