If I wrote a book with all my ideas and perspectives on life perfectly outlined, with all my experiences, expectations, my ideals, even my dreams, probably the very few readers would be surprised and would even amuse themselves by pointing out my mistakes, my shortcomings, my imperfections and the contradictions they found on every page. Guess if you don't find such errors and contradictions, it means you aren't reading the book carefully enough. Who can do something in exactly the same way as he did it at another time, without constantly shifting from one position to another, whether in writing or in thought itself, whether in love, or in war? Life is a miserably simple thing when you want to cling to it like one of those inflexible guardians of truth, who never change and cannot change their minds, and can neither admit nor play with the possibility of another vision, another perspective on the same thing, some topic about which there are numerous possible interpretations. Si...