I Am Too Nervous To Eat Pie.

Then I Said Something. I Said, Suppose, Just Suppose, Nothing Had Ever Happened. Suppose This Was For The First Time. Just Suppose. It Doesn't Hurt To Suppose. Say None Of The Other Had Ever Happened. You Know What I Mean? Then What? I Said.

This Is Awful. I Don't Know What's Going To Happen To Me Or To Anyone Else In The World.

Woke Up This Morning With A Terrific Urge To Lie In Bed All Day And Read.

I've Crossed Some Kind Of Invisible Line. I Feel As If I've Come To A Place I Never Thought I'd Have To Come To. And I Don't Know How I Got Here. It's A Strange Place. It's A Place Where A Little Harmless Dreaming And Then Some Sleepy, Early-morning Talk Has Led Me Into Considerations Of Death And Annihilation.

My Circumstances Of Unrelieved Responsibility And Permanent Distraction Necessitated The Short Story Form.