我分享了一个流浪者的乐观情绪，我们中的一些人正在取得真正的进步，我们走了一条诚实的道路，我们中最好的人不可避免地将其置于顶峰。同时，我觉得我们过着的生活是一个失落的事业，我们都是演员，在一个毫无意义的漫游中开玩笑。这是这两个极点之间的紧张关系 - 一方面是一种不安的理想主义，另一方面是一种厄运的感觉 - 使我继续前进。
(I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I felt that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actor, kidding ourselves on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between those two poles - a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other - that kept me going.)