But even Anne Marie seemed happy enough after a while, and if prison was my first not entirely unpleasant exile from the world, then this was my second, and not once was I rec-ognized as the man who burned down the Emily Dickinson House, et cetera, and not once did I hear that voice, the voice inside me that asked, What else?
At any given time, perhaps 15, 000 freshly-minted fashion-design graduates around the world--plus many more uncredentialed dreamers working out of garages, Granny's attic or family rec rooms--have what they think are great ideas and no funding to bring them to market.