Only once can I remember my mother giving me advice. On the morning of my tenth birthday, she drew me to her heaving bosom — well, I picture it heaving — and said, “Son” — she always called me son; I’ve no idea why — “if you want to succeed…
Only once can I remember my mother giving me advice. On the morning of my tenth birthday, she drew me to her heaving bosom — well, I picture it heaving — and said, “Son” — she always called me son; I’ve no idea why — “if you want to succeed…