So While It Is True That I

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?

If I'm Going To Feel Estranged And Alienated And Away From Home I Don't Want Anyone Interrupting It To Debate Which Berries To Have In Their Pancakes.

But That Incessant Drive To Be Out There In The Literary Universe That Was Important To Me When I Was In My Twenties, Like Going To A Paris Review Party Or Whatever, That Seems Totally Irrelevant Now.

I Love Comic Books And Always Did As A Kid.

I Think People On Antidepressants Often Lose Sexual Feelings. I Don't Mean That I Think Sex Is Only About Sadness; It Is Obviously About Joy And Vitality And Birth As Well.