When I am in trouble I hesitate to ask for help. Not that I fear it would be denied – quite the opposite; more advice would be tendered me than could be acted upon. It would come from all sides and in many cases would be diametrically opposed to itself. I should be hard-pressed to know which voice to listen to and would risk offending all the others that were ignored.
I just have to have to steel myself and experiment my way out of it. I pile up a supply of raw materials and then make a scientific plan of action. A chart with all the variables I wish to explore and some idea how they may be applied. Then I have to carefully record what has happened and decide which was the best result.
The rubbish bin fills up repeatedly with ruined models and the family goes hungry and cold, but these are small prices to pay for progress. I regard their cries as disguised praise.
The Little World 
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