We Live In Stirring Times- Tea-stirring Times.

For Other People, I Can't Speak - But, Personally, I Haven't Gotten Wise On Anything. Certainly, I've Been Through This And That; And When It Happens Again, I Say To Myself, Here It Is Again. But That Doesn't Seem To Help Me. In My Opinion, I, Personally, Have Gotten Steadily Sillier And Sillier - And That's A Fact.

I Am A Camera, With Its Shutter Open. Someday, All Of This Will Be Developed, Printed, Fixed.

If It’s Going To Be A World With No Time For Sentiment, It’s Not A World That I Want To Live In.

I Am A Camera With Its Shutter Open, Quite Passive, Recording, Not Thinking. Recording The Man Shaving At The Window Opposite And The Woman In The Kimono Washing Her Hair. Some Day, All This Will Have To Be Developed, Carefully Printed, Fixed.

I'm Horrified To Find, As I Look At These Diaries Of Twenty-five Years Ago Or More, That I Don't Remember Who The People Were. "bill And Tony Were Constantly In And Out. We Went To La Jolla" - Or Something. I Haven't The Bluest Idea Who They Were!