A Couple Of Years Ago I Picked

In Short, It Became Possible - Never Easy, But Possible - In The Poet Auden's Phrase To Find The Mortal World Enough.

Now A Protestant Confronting A Catholic Ghost Is Exactly Shakespeare's Way Of Grappling With What Was Not Simply A General Social Problem But One Lived Out In His Own Life.

My Father Who In This Case Was An Obsessive Life-long Storyteller, And By A Very Peculiar Trick Of My Father's. My Father Would Tell A Very, Very Long Story, And The Punch Line Would Be In Yiddish.

A Comparably Capacious Embrace Of Beauty And Pleasure - An Embrace That Somehow Extends To Death As Well As Life, To Dissolution As Well As Creation - Characterizes Montaigne's Restless Reflections On Matter In Motion, Cervantes's Chronicle Of His Mad Knight, Michelangelo's Depiction Of Flayed Skin, Leonardo's Sketches Of Whirlpools, Caravaggio's Loving Attention To The Dirty Soles Of Christ's Feet.

I Have Lots Of Things That Aren't So Old That I Value, Such As A Copy Of Allen Ginsberg's "howl," Which He Signed For Me.