[You live your life as though] you can [only] permit yourself one failure… and devote your remaining days to mourning. ‘Alas, alas, the critics panned my play.’ ‘When was this, friend?’ ‘In 1894!’ This failure, it would seem, has been kept like a trophy, lovingly polished and always on display. But for a productive life, and a happy one, each…
Failure
