It went much farther than I ever expected.

It's far too up-and-coming.

The way it grows frightens me.

At first there was nothing--just an 'experience.' A mild abstraction, buried in the past, a sentimental 'has-been' without form or substance.

Then, without warning, the experience acquired a name, and then a history and then, just when I had begun to forget about it, hair suddenly popped up, yellow hair, and, the day after, eyes--blue eyes, misty.