IN MAKING LOVE, or making a dessert, I am the constant novice. When I am not learning I am not living. The tragedy of our life is our inability to grow, to change, to stretch. Every day beckons me to enlarge myself. I wire or shingle a cotage in the morning; make camera studies, repair a wharf ora generator, and catch a salmon in the afternoon; write a chapter, study the Greeks, or create a poem at night. My curiosity keeps me in a perpetual state of adolescence. Every tool I see I wish to use; every skill I wish to practice. Living is so exciting, I find it difficult to apply myself to any other occupation.