But suppose I hadn’t been so indolent; suppose I had diligently studied the materials given to me at every step of the way, and never, not even for a moment, relinquished those present duties to the bragging future, who kept claiming to have a reservoir of time – in truth, he had but equal ounces as the present. Suppose I had done all that, can I be sure that things will not end the way it has; with my foot in the mud? I may do slightly better, yes, but can I do well? It is frightening to think that no matter how hard you study, you shall never do well. The highest grade is elusive. Even a love for the subject and a tireless practicing of questions could not conduct me to that coveted grade.