Maybe When I'm Sixty-five I'll Talk About

Have I Mentioned That I Expect Death Around Every Turn, That Every Blue Sky Has A Safe Sailing Out Of It, That Every Bus Runs Me Over, That Every Low, Mean Syllable Uttered In My Direction Seems To Intimate The Violence Of Murder, That Every Family Seems Like An Opportunity For Ruin And Every Marriage A Ceremony Into Which Calamity Will Fall And Hearts Will Be Broken And Lives Destroyed And People Branded By The Mortifications Of Love?

My Suspicion Is That This Is An Unavoidable Human Dilemma, That People Will Always Want To Avoid Pain, To Avoid Those Who Are In Pain, And So Will Be Vulnerable To Anyone Or Anything That Seems To Promise Permanent Avoidance.

I'm Trying To Make Sure That There's Comedy As Well As Sadness. It Makes The Sadness More Memorable.

There Is No Right Or Wrong Reading Of Naked Lunch, Though Some Readings Are More Common, And Thus Burroughs Commercial Is Not The Issue.

The Ice Storm, Because Of The Movie, Has Had, Or Is To Have, A Vigorous Life In Other Cultures.