Slowly, then, his thoughts began to sort themselves into some sort of order. A little at a time, conclusions took form and gave strength.
When it came right down to it, he didn't give a hang whether he ever achieved a Ph. D. degree or not.
So to hell with The Director!
As for security, a job, he'd lived through Heartbreak Ridge; and after that, any more economic peril came out as strictly anticlimax.
Losing The Girl—well, he had no choice but to admit it bruised his ego. Yet, on the other hand, it relieved him of all the gnawing inner doubts, the secret hesitations at her coolness.
The Professor? Another disappointment. But the mere fact that an idol's feet turned out to be of clay hardly rated as a unique discovery.
At any rate, he'd survive it.
So, what did that leave of his losses?
He cringed.
That was the way with dreams. They were so hard to give up.