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I felt lonely and depressed as I packed my bags at the Croydon Hotel.

It seemed to me that my life was destined to be one brilliant failure after another.

I had been among the top third in my class at N.Y.U., had wanted desperately to go to medical school, but I'd run out of money and energy at the same time.

Then later I had quit my safe, secure five-a-week spot on a network soap opera to take a part in this play.

It seemed to me that I was not only unlucky but quite stupid as well.

I knew that I'd soon be back working as an orderly at the hospital or as a counterman at Union News or Schraffts while waiting for another acting job to open.

It suddenly occurred to me that I did not particularly like acting, that I was at some sort of crossroads and would have to decide soon what I was going to do with my life.