“I kept a diary at the age of 18, 19, 20. Several years ago, when I went back and read those journals, I was astonished. My memory of my younger self didn’t conform to the written evidence in my hand. We have a wardrobe of identities that we use on any given day. When you meet your mother-in-law, your boss or your rival, you slightly adjust yourself to fit that encounter.” ~novelist William Boyd in this WSJ piece.