Don’t Wait To Be Hunted To Hide,

I Am Interested In The Shape Of Ideas Even If I Do Not Believe In Them. There Is A Wonderful Sentence In Augustine . . . "do Not Despair: One Of The Thieves Was Saved; Do Not Presume: One Of The Thieves Was Damned." That Sentence Had A Wonderful Shape. It Is The Shape That Matters.

Reality, Whether Approached Imaginatively Or Empirically, Remains A Surface, Hermetic.

My Notes Have A Curious Tendency, As I Realize At Last, To Annihilate All They Purport To Record.

It Is Right That He Too Should Have His Little Chronicle, His Memories, His Reason, And Be Able To Recognize The Good In The Bad, The Bad In The Worst, And So Grow Gently Old Down All The Unchanging Days, And Die One Day Like Any Other Day, Only Shorter.

I Shall State Silences More Competently Than Ever A Better Man Spangled The Butterflies Of Vertigo.