And, then, the anomie sets in...

Why is it that the passage of these huge landmarks of historical graduate work, such as comps, lead inevitably to a period of black moods? I should be happy, and I suppose, I am, as I passed a monumental hurdle. It's funny. I can look back on a life of achievement, on challenges met, competitors bested, obstacles overcome. I've accomplished more than most men, and without the use of my legs. However, it isn't the ecstatic rush to the head that I had hoped it would be. There are still obstacles to overcome, just as every bum's lot in life is his own responsibility regardless of whom he chooses to blame. I didn't blame anyone for the loss of my legs, some chinaman in Korea took them from me but I went out and achieved anyway. So, on to Group Two...