“I used to worry about exclamation marks, but what the hell. Sometimes I feel some enthusiasm. So I put in an exclamation point. About five years ago, I began to question the whole concept of “improvement.” I think I’m done being “improved.” That’s part of my prose style, and I’m certainly not going to change it now. And I may lose weight or get my wardrobe finally in order, but the chances on all that are low. “I yam what I yam,” as Popeye says.”