One of my goals was achieved yesterday.
In Japan, I had always wanted to read (in Japanese). I’d always wanted to be able read something of interest—the more interesting the better, something that meant something to me, something that I knew about. And so, I had often searched for a biography of Vincent Van Gogh.
At a friend’s house out at Warrington, I discovered such a book: 10 chapters each with a biography of a famous person. The last chapter had what I was looking for. And I discovered that I could pretty much work my way through it.
