I’ve often thought maybe my life has been a waste, that I might have been a Russian scholar by now at some university. But if I were, I might be thinking my life was a waste because I had never been out into the real world. I suppose I will always be asking myself what I’m going to do when I grow up. But I’m living on my own terms. I like what I do, and I’ve got time to do all these other things that have nothing to do with what I do.