I Think That New York Is Not

You Never Have To Change Anything You Got Up In The Middle Of The Night To Write.

There Are Evils That Have The Ability To Survive Identification And Go On For Ever... Money, For Instance, Or War.

I'm Glad I Haven't Lived In Vain.

Because I Have Become Such A Solitary, And Not In The Aristotelian Sense: Not A Beast, Not A God. Rather, A Loner Troubled By Longings, Incapable Of Finding A Suitable Language And Despairing At The Impossibility Of Composing Messages In A Playable Key--as If I No Longer Understood The Codes Used By The Estimable People Who Wanted To Hear From Me And Would Have So Much To Reply If Only The Impediments Were Taken Away.

Well, Everybody Has A History.