Ever Since I Was Small I Loved

Nothing Stinks Like A Pile Of Unpublished Writing.

Sunday-the Doctor's Paradise! Doctors At Country Clubs, Doctors At The Seaside, Doctors With Mistresses, Doctors With Wives, Doctors In Church, Doctors In Yachts, Doctors Everywhere Resolutely Being People, Not Doctors.

It Was My First Big Chance, But Here I Was, Sitting Back And Letting It Run Through My Fingers Like So Much Water.

And I Identify Too Closely With My Reading, With My Writing.

I Felt Wise And Cynical As All Hell.