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As A Child I Was A Great Liar. Fortunately My Mother Liked My Lies. I Promised Her Marvelous Things.

People Have Always Told Tales. Long Before Humanity Learned To Write And Gradually Became Literate, Everybody Told Tales To Everybody Else And Everybody Listened To Everybody Else's Tales. Before Long It Became Clear That Some Of The Still Illiterate Storytellers Told More And Better Tales Than Others, That Is, They Could Make More People Believe Their Lies.

What Novel - Or What Else In The World - Can Have The Epic Scope Of A Photograph Album? May Our Father In Heaven, The Untiring Amateur Who Each Sunday Snaps Us From Above, At An Unfortunate Angle That Makes For Hideous Foreshortening, And Pastes Our Pictures, Properly Exposed Or Not, In His Album, Guide Me Safely Through This Album Of Mine.

People Change With Time. There Are Things That Happened To A Person In His Childhood And Years Later They Seem To Him Alien And Strange. I Am Trying To Decipher That Child. Sometimes He Is A Stranger To Me. When You Think About When You Were 14, Don't You Feel A Certain Alienation?

Melancholy Has Ceased To Be An Individual Phenomenon, An Exception. It Has Become The Class Privilege Of The Wage Earner, A Mass State Of Mind That Finds Its Cause Wherever Life Is Governed By Production Quotas.