There's No Substitute For The Love Of

I Didn't Expect The Book To Sell In The First Place. I Was Hoping For A Quick And Merciful Death At The Hands Of Reviewers But At The Same Time I Sort Of Hoped That Maybe Someone Would Like It Enough To Give Me Encouragement. Public Encouragement. I Hoped For A Little, As I Said, But I Got Rather A Whole Lot, And In Some Ways This Was Just About As Frightening As The Quick, Merciful Death I'd Expected.

That Proves Something- That A Gang Of Wild Animals Can Be Stopped, Simply Because They're Still Human.

She Seemed Glad To See Me When I Appeared In The Kitchen, And By Watching Her I Began To Think There Was Some Skill Involved In Being A Girl.

The Remainder Of My Schooldays Were No More Auspicious Than The First. Indeed, They Were An Endless Project That Slowly Evolved Into A Unit, In Which Miles Of Construction Paper And Wax Crayon Were Expended By The State Of Alabama In Its Well-meaning But Fruitless Efforts To Teach Me Group Dynamics.

I Wonder How Much Of The Day I Spend Just Callin' After You.