On New Year's Eve He Ould Make

Maybe We All Live Life At Too High A Pitch, Those Of Us Who Absorb Emotional Things All Day, And As Mere Consequence We Can Never Feel Merely Content: We Have To Be Unhappy, Or Ecstatically, Head-over-heels Happy, And Those States Are Difficult To Achieve Within A Stable, Solid Relationship.

...i Feel As Though I Made A Face And The Wind Changed, And Now I Have To Go Through Life Grimacing In This Horrible Way.

I Suddenly Had A Little Epiphany: All The Books We Own, Both Read And Unread, Are The Fullest Expression Of Self We Have At Our Disposal.

I Don't Want Anyone Writing In To Point Out That I Spend Too Much Money On Books, Many Of Which I Will Never Read. I Know That Already. I Certainly Intend To Read All Of Them, More Or Less. My Intentions Are Good. Anyway, It's My Money. And I'll Bet You Do It Too.

I Had To Nurture Those Doubts As If They Were Tiny, Sickly Kittens, Until Eventually They Became Sturdy, Healthy Grievances, With Their Own Cat Doors, Which Allowed Them To Wander In And Out Of Our Conversation At Will.