David Senra

What the hell are you looking at?

Keep hitting, keep hitting.

My shoulder aches.

I can't hit another ball.

I hit another three.

I can't go on another minute.

I go on another ten.

He glares.

What the fuck are you doing?

Stop thinking.

No fucking thinking.

Thinking, my father believes, is the source of all bad things because thinking is the opposite of doing.

I often think about how I can stop thinking.

I wonder if my father yells at me to stop thinking because he knows I'm a thinker by nature.

And so let me pause right there.

I think that's one of the benefits of reading this book.

Andre is obviously a very introspective person, and it takes him decades of deep introspection to figure out who he is.

And that takes him more than three and a half decades of life.

And part of the reason it's taken him so long, even though he has very high levels of introspection, is because he had to suppress who he was and what he wanted his life to be because of this domineering father that tortured him into greatness.

My father looks at this as a backyard tennis court.