I've Imagined Great Victories, And I've Imagined

When You Die, You Know, You Hear The Insistent Pounding That Defines All Things, Whether Of Matter Or Energy, Since There Is Nothing In The Universe, Really, But Proportion.

I Suppose I Could Read More Fiction, But I Haven't Moved In That Direction. I'd Like More Time Even Though I Spend Six Hours A Day Reading. People Say Their Eyes Get Tired, But I've Never Experienced That. In College I Used To Read 10 Hours A Day. My Wife Says I'm Obsessive Compulsive. She Might Have A Point Because When I Was An Undergrad Student We Had The Required Reading List And The Suggested Reading List. I Always Read All The Suggested Reading Too.

Not Born To Be Rich, By 1981 I Had Nonetheless Begun To Use A Pc That Required For Its Operation The Absorption Of Several Hundred Pages Of Protocols And The Placement Of Very Large Floppy Disks In The Freezer To Fix Frequent Crashes.

They Were Dancing Around The Fountain, Arm In Arm, In An Old Dutch Dance, Their Cheeks Touching, Their Hands Entwined. They Had No Music; They Hummed. And There Was No Reason For Them To Be Dancing That Peter Lake Could See, Except That It Was An Exceptionally Beautiful Night.

It Was A Good Speech, But The Reaction Was Due To The Fact That Politics Are Madness, And Even If One Does Not Know It, A Country In Electoral Season Experiences Flares Of Lunacy Like The Great Storms That Sometimes March Across The Golden Surface Of The Sun.