Childhood Is A Tricky Business. Usually, Something

I'm Totally Crazy, I Know That.

I Had Been Reading A Fabulous Book [the Man Verdi, By Frank Walker] About [giuseppe] Verdi, Whom I Adore.

And The Wild Things Roared Their Terrible Roars And Gnashed Their Terrible Teeth And Rolled Their Terrible Eyes And Showed Their Terrible Claws.

A Book Is Really Like A Lover. It Arranges Itself In Your Life In A Way That Is Beautiful. Even As A Kid, My Sister, Who Was The Eldest, Brought Books Home For Me, And I Think I Spent More Time Sniffing And Touching Them Than Reading. I Just Remember The Joy Of The Book, The Beauty Of The Binding. The Smelling Of The Interior. Happy.

Venturing Back Further, Learning Is So Slow. Accomplishment Is So Slow. Experiencing And Evaluating Your Experience Is So Slow.