ABSTRACT
You ask what I want to do. It is a large question, one that recalls vividly the brightest, wildest dreams of what I long to do. I am always trying to forget the question, and to think only what I ought to do. I am afraid to dwell on it, because I have come to much better results from doing things simply because they came in my path, than I have ever done when I have made plans of what I would like to do.
