Would it have been better to leave early than to snatch a piece of Handler’s Adverbs in the morning, rushing afterwards to work; or would this sensible option have left me impoverished? “Impoverished” is the kind of word writers use when reflecting on the semi-conscious feelings that, when they are written about, are inflated, and, like other things you inflate, become fragile and too big. I have often called myself arrogant, perhaps only to defend myself against that charge from others. In writing, do I really seek to know myself, or impress others with clever memories I sort of had?