this just sounds stuck. I mean Vic Wertz hits a long fly ball and Willie Mays is running back thinking I'm the greatest damn centerfielder AND I'm a fraud: should I bother reaching over my shoulder?. I feel like I've made mistakes but I don't feel like a fraud. and I think I've done good work, but I still put my pants on one arm at a time. my theory is that art aint made out of such worrying, unless Harold Bloom is now making art.