Marriage Is Memory, Marriage Is Time.

Memory Fades, Memory Adjusts, Memory Conforms To What We Think We Remember.

And I Have Learned Now To Live With It, Learned When To Expect It, How To Outwit It, Even How To Regard It, When It Does Come, As More Friend Than Lodger. We Have Reached A Certain Understanding, My Migraine And I.

I Have Already Lost Touch With A Couple Of People I Used To Be

One Thing In My Defense, Not That It Matters: I Know Something Carter Never Knew, Or Helene, Or Maybe You. I Know What "nothing" Means, And Keep On Playing.

It's Just A Deep Pleasure To Read Something You've Written Yourself - If And When You Like It.