I didn’t know Angela’s Ashes would be successful, and if it hadn’t sold the way it did, it hadn’t brought me all these prizes and so on, I would have gone back to teaching. But the book would have been written. It would be on the bookshelves. It would be — it would have its Library of Congress catalogue number and I would have been satisfied. I would have been profoundly satisfied, and I would have gone back to teaching, and that would have given me such satisfaction, too. I’d stay there till I died. I’d be in front of the class some day talking about dangling participles, and I’d get an aneurysm and keel over, and they’d take me out feet first. A warrior, a pedagogical warrior!