After I Left College I Thought, Very

I Wake Up Every Day In Order To Do Something That's Quixotic, And Not Necessarily Called For In The World, But I Do It Because There's Extraordinary Meaning For Me Behind The Effort.

A Multifaceted Writer, Very Easy On The Surface To Pin Down But Incredibly Difficult Once You Actually Read Him With Any Depth.

I Don't Write Directly On To The Computer Because I Don't Think Well Facing Forward With Fingers On A Keyboard. I Think Better Looking Down Holding A Pen. And The Concentration Quotient Of Pen And Paper Is Higher Than When I'm Moving Words Around On Screen.

The People At The Very Top Could Fall By And Grace You With Their Presence And Give You A Little Largesse, And You'd Be "oh, I'm So Beloved." In A Way, It Was Kind Of Like Flattery. The Middle Managers Didn't Quite Have That Cachet, But At The Same Time, They Had To Seem Like They Were Of That Caliber. So There's A Little Bit Of Loneliness At The Heart Of Those With A Little Bit Of Power.

Yet For All The Depression No One Ever Quit. When Someone Quit, We Couldn't Believe It. 'i'm Becoming A Rafting Instructor On The Colorado River,' They Said. 'i'm Touring College Towns With My Garage Band.' We Were Dumbfounded. It Was Like They Were From Another Planet. Where Had They Found The Derring-do? What Would They Do About Car Payments? We Got Together For Going Away Drinks On Their Final Day And Tried To Hide Our Envy While Reminding Ourselves That We Still Had The Freedom And Luxury To Shop Indiscriminately.