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I think . . . I never really expected my life to be like this, somehow. What happened to those youthful dreams and ambitions? What happened to those vital, fascinating books I was going to write?
I believe my generation was cursed by the war, that “great adventure” (for those of us who survived unmaimed) right bang slap in the middle of our lives—our prime. It lasted so long and it split our lives in two—irrevocably “Before” or “After.” When I think of myself in 1939 and then think of the man I had become in 1946, shattered by my awful tragedy . . . How could I carry on as if nothing had happened? Perhaps, under these circumstances, I haven’t done so badly after all. I’ve kept the LMS show on the road—and there is still time for Octet.