It Was A Splendid Summer Morning And

That's The Way I Remember Them, Heading For An Exit.

A Page Of Good Prose Remains Invincible.

Literature Has Been The Salvation Of The Damned, Literature Has Inspired And Guided Lovers, Routed Despair And Can Perhaps In This Case Save The World.

There Is A Terrible Sameness To The Euphoria Of Alcohol And The Euphoria Of Metaphor.

How Can We Describe The Most Exalted Experience Of Our Physical Lives [sex], As If-jack, Wrench, Hubcap, And Nuts-we Were Describing The Changing Of A Flat Tire?