I remembered.
"But I don't suppose anybody—including yourself—ever thought you'd rip out magazine serials like logs going through a circular saw. Get to be a popular writer. And then set people on their ears by writing about psychology. We all thought you were destined for the garret—a lot of reputation, maybe—but not Florida houses and—fifty thousand dollars' worth of insurance—"
"No."
"Did you?"
"Yeah."
"You did!"
"No harm in daydreaming, was there? Back then?"
Tom meditated on those distant high school years. "You realized the daydream."
"A person like me has a good many daydreams. When one comes true—he automatically starts on the next."