A man lost in thought walks down a busy street. He freezes in his tracks, the story that is his life is projected on the magic side of a building: his mind, the reel of film; his eyes, the lit projection lens. Would you, like him, attract a crowd? Would people stomp and whistle for you, as they did for him? Would the reviewers write of you as the great actor in a rich drama? Answer for yourself. For me, I'll just say the days grow shorter.