A couple of days ago, I confessed that I’d mucked up work on some early history. If only I’d seen the truth so much earlier, think of how much work would have been saved . . . If only magical insight had seized me . . . But of course that’s not how it works. You need to absorb the past, cut it up into little bits, reassemble them in your mind, and bingo, insight lumbers in.
Happiness: 10 Years of Day-on-Day Obsession
