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Though I have been busy, perhaps overbusy, all my life, it seems to me now that I have accomplished little that matters, that the books have never come up to what was in my head, and that the rewards-the comfortable income, the public notice, the literary prizes, and the honorary degrees-have been tinsel, not what a grown man should be content with.
by Wallace Stegner
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The author, Wallace Stegner, reflects on his life and accomplishments with a sense of dissatisfaction. Despite being busy throughout his career, he feels that he has not achieved anything of significant value. The works he has produced do not live up to his original vision, leading him to question the impact of his writing.

Stegner expresses that the accolades he has received, such as income, recognition, and awards, feel superficial and inadequate. He suggests that true fulfillment should go beyond these external rewards, indicating a deeper desire for meaningful contributions to literature and a legacy that resonates more profoundly than accolades.

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