Year 75 of Solitude (and counting)
‘In the end it is impossible not to become what others think you are’ From The Ides of March att Julius Caesar; in Memories of my Melancholy Whores, by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. At 75 I find that I can bear witness to this truth: but, honestly compels me to wonder if my journey has been heavily honed by transference/countertransference phenomena in my erstwhile consulting room. Can someone out there persuade me that it was all worth the effort? A reply from Señor Márquez would be great, but I’m prepared to settle for comforting another funny, grumpy old man.