Natural Villains Are Hard To Come By,

How Is The Newcomer To Deal With Rome? What Is One To Make Of This Marble Rubble, This Milk Of Wolves, This Blood Of Caesars, This Sunrise Of Renaissance, This Baroquery Of Blown Stone, This Warm Hive Of Italians, This Antipasto Of Civilization?

Mind And Body Are Not To Be Taken Lightly. Their Connection Is Intimate And Mysterious, And Better Mapped By Poets Than Pornographers.

In A Nation Of Celebrity Worshipers, Amid Followers Of The Cult Of Personality, Individual Modesty Becomes A Heroic Quality. I Find Heroism In The Acceptance Of Anonymity, In The Studied Resistance To The Normal American Tropism Toward The Limelight.

Good Drama Should Sandpaper The Mind.

The Price Of Shallow Sex May Be A Corresponding Loss Of Capacity For Deep Love.