> In a way Pitts was still 12 years old. He was still beaten, still a runaway, still hiding from the world in musty libraries. Only now his books took the shape

> In a way Pitts was still 12 years old. He was still beaten, still a runaway, still hiding from the world in musty libraries. Only now his books took the shape of a bottle. In an otherwise fine article, this was a staggeringly insensitive statement about the man's struggle with depression. That too at an age where it was even more poorly understood than today.