I wonder whether I should gain anything by the attempt to assume a character which is not mine. My wavering manner, born of doubt and scruple, has at least the advantage of rendering all the different shades of my thought, and of being sincere. If it were to become terse, affirmative, resolute, would it not be a mere imitation?
Paul Riser tells it in an interesting way; he dissects it and tells the structure, you know, 'you don't mention that part here. ' But that's what's interesting about it and the people who are absent are interesting too.