Old before my time, and blessed

One of the things I like least about being very old is the unreliability of my energy. Up one day, down the next, bleh! Working at poetry or a story is, always has been, the job I want to be doing, the work that keeps me steady and content. But too often there just isn’t the wherewithal

Ursula Le Guin, 2018 (Harold Bloom, 2020)

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