“Criticism: the
only chance we have got to do something better, make something better, and be
someone better.”
Two years ago he was in the
same spot, sitting in the same chair, in a different dress. Like then he can’t describe
in exact words what it was like sitting in that chair, but he can measure the
feeling: the feeling that once swept through his puffy cheeks, through every nooks
and crannies of his shilling body completely rendering him mentally confiscated
in the tiny space of overwhelming intellectual gasp. Tony’s critiques are back,
and they are doing a pretty good job in making him feel bad.