I will probably thank the myrmidons as I leave. When I understand how important it is for me to say goodbye to what I was, it will please me to see the children burn my books as a token gesture of my return to society—and they will do it gladly, after their own therapeutic interventions. I could reacquire them all, later, of course, but it seems that the determinedly miserabilist slant of my non-fiction reading may lose its appeal.