I told Miss Winters that my youth was one of carefree abandon. Was it? My father was a monster, so how was that possible?
David’s youth finds him as an impossible menace. Was I, by degrees, that much worse than Old Jameson?
Perhaps an impossible menace is what we need, rather than this meandering one we find in me. Why am I so ready to end it all just as I so zealously fight to stay afloat?