But The Idea That Women Can't Take

Suddenly The Staggering Love Bursts Away From Me Like Milk From A Smashed Glass.

A True Freak Cannot Be Made. A True Freak Must Be Born.

It Is, I Suppose, The Common Grief Of Children At Having To Protect Their Parents From Reality. It Is Bitter For The Young To See What Awful Innocence Adults Grow Into, That Terrible Vulnerability That Must Be Sheltered From The Rodent Mire Of Childhood.

Oh, Of Course, I Always Feel Unconfident.

We Survive Until, By Sheer Stamina, We Escape Into The Dim Innocence Of Our Own Adulthood And Its Forgetfulness.