I have come lately to suspect that I have largely wasted my fiftieth year. Here could commence a tedious recitation of the ways this might be so. We are in a pandemic and I have found it paralyzing. My intellect stalls in even routine work; my body is a wreck from months of accumulated stress; my vocabulary is thin because I talk to few and rarely; and my will to make any of these matters otherwise abandoned me some months ago. These, I expect, are just the stuff of life as we mus...
