I have devoted every speck of my energy and savings to this last struggle, and my efforts have been rewarded. I have been admitted into this grandiose institution, and all my most ostentatious dreams have come true.
Yet here I am, stranded in a strange land trudging customs, bumping clumsily into people I can’t understand.
I am afraid that I will fail, if not now, then in the epilogue. I’m afraid I will make nothing but ashes of myself.
Paraphrasing the stupendous Stevie Smith, I am much too far out, and not waving.
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