I was thirty years old. I had graduated from Harvard, taught at Cambridge University, climbed the Great Pyramid, earned a medical degree, married and divorced, been a postdoctoral fellow at the Salk Institute, published two bestselling novels, and now had made a movie [Westworld, which Crichton both wrote and directed]. And I had abruptly run out of goals for myself.More to come.
I was stranded within my own life. That was why I broke into a sweat: what was I going to do now?
I had no idea.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
"Travels" by Michael Crichton - 1
From his book, p. 98: