My Library

Without some kind of background in this regard, no one can really diplomatically walk where even angels might fear tread. Thus was my mind more or less prepared when the year of 1971 arrived, although I didn't at all realize it. But one more important autobiographical factor needs to be entered into this brief review. Until the circumstances which commenced in 1971, I was an introvert, as most bookworms are, and doubly assured of this since various psychological tests I had undergone during my academic years established as much. In many ways I was an ivory-tower type, certainly not extrovertish, eclectic in reading and study, but with little interest in forcing my presence onto anyone. As of 1971, I considered this aspect my life's greatest deficit and failure -- but had to be content with living with it. As already mentioned, I was a live-and-let-type, the resignationpose most introverts must take in order not to be damaged. Which is to say, I was not yet transformed into a lean, mean fighting machine on behalf of what I was later to call the superpowers of the human bio-mind.