Either way, I'm going to do my best to smell the roses along the way, too -- and call it success every time. Those fragrant breezes will come and go and never be safely thus. They are diffident, and iffy, and fleeting- just like success itself. But that's as good as it gets. Maybe knowing that, and really accepting it, is the safest success of all
Learning how to read and appreciate imaginative literature takes years, exemplifies the importance of delayed gratification. It may help us succeed on this planet. It may lead to or underlie the wisdom of the ages. But can it give us what Harold Bloom, the nonpareil reader and literary critic, terms the "blessing of more life"?