He put the pencil down, sort of staring off into a far distance that wasn't there.

"Oh, it was. The thrill of it. Every day was us versus the world, walking the razor's edge. And yeah, sure, we got thwarted but you know what? We almost won nearly every time. Possible had to get lucky every single time - we got so close so many times!"

He focused again, picking up the pencil.

"But those days are gone now, can't have them back. Time to look to the future. Oh, and I always have the same thing. You just want to get to the next idea, the next plan, the next act of creation. Hah, all you can do to keep focused on the task at hand. Which is why I treat every little part as its own little victory."