Volume 26, Number 14 · September 27, 1979
Less Than One
By Joseph Brodsky
As failures go; attempting to recall the past is like claiming to grasp the meaning of existence. Both make one feel like a baby clutching at a basketball: one's palms keep sliding off.
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