For David Parker And Daniel Parker, With

I Got Thrown Out Of School Several Weeks In My Senior Year Being Caught In The Girls' Dorm. This Was 1954, Friends. The Girls' Dorm Was Off Limits. Even To Girls, I Think.

Well, You Give Me Too Much Credit For Foresight And Planning. I Haven't Got A Clue What The Hell I'm Doing.

Fourteen Years In The Professor Dodge Has Taught Me That One Can Argue Ingeniously On Behalf Of Any Theory, Applied To Any Piece Of Literature. This Is Rarely Harmful, Because Normally No-one Reads Such Essays.

If You Want To Write, Write It. That's The First Rule. And Send It In, And Send It In To Someone Who Can Publish It Or Get It Published. Don't Send It To Me. Don't Show It To Your Spouse, Or Your Significant Other, Or Your Parents, Or Somebody. They're Not Going To Publish It.

It's Tempting To Say The Ph.d. Didn't Have An Effect, But It's Not So. I Think Whatever Resonance I May Be Able To Achieve Is In Part Simply From The Amount Of Reading And Learning That I Acquired Along The Way