I Must Like My Profession, Since I

Deconstruction Glorifies The Critic, Humiliates The Author, And Makes The Reader Wonder Why He Bothered.

I Enjoy My Rights, But I Revel In My Privileges.

The Writer Is Always Courted By Invitations From The All-too- Familiar.

Literary Tradition Is Full Of Lies About Poverty-the Jolly Beggar, The Poor But Happy Milkmaid, The Wholesome Diet Of Porridge, Etc.

If Modesty Disappeared, So Would Exhibitionism.