Book Description: "This is to be the story of my life with Evie; it is also the story of a young man with great expectations who was baffled by them. I know now that not everyone has great expectations. Dreams, hopes, wild fantasies: these put you in a class with the seekers, but they do not give you expectations. To have expectations is to know that your ship is, in fact, on its way and will come in, to be sure that the palace of pleasure is at hand, that you are moving within a scenario as yet unsettled in detail but glamorous in outline, that life is for heroes and you are one of them. I felt like that: consecrated at birth to seek glories, like someone sitting on a light sled at the top of a snowy mountain looking down into curved runs and trees, waiting to push off. As the sled inched over the last hump and down, I knew I would have to steer a little, yet I was convinced too that the breathless rush and all the particular ecstasies would somehow just happen. I was underway, already aglow with the absurd freedom of it, blessed and cursed and yet too full of the life in my throat to notice, when I met Evie in the summery September of 1968." - first paragraph