I am not modest. Just the opposite. I think I am the greatest writer since Christian Morgenstern. (I threw that in for Dad.) I am (quite) mildly gratified by the occasional honor or award--and then I forget all about them. I don't want awards, actually. It's the same principle whereby I would never buy a lottery ticket--I feel that I am so far ahead of the game that it would be tacky to win (somebody else's) millions of dollars. Let those who have need get the awards. What does gratify me greatly is hearing from readers who say positive things about my work, which I notice you did not.
P.S. A William Lensing was a wonderful philosophy teacher at my college. Any relation?