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Writing A Novel Is Not Method Acting And I Find It Easy To Step Out Of It At Cocktail Hour.

After A While You Learn That Everything Stops.

History Is Sinking And Only A Very Few Seem Dimly Aware That Things Are Getting Bad.

I Think Basically Most Men Are Misogynistic.

The Seals Stupidly Dive Off Rocks Into Swirling Black Water, Barking Mindlessly. The Zookeepers Feed Them Dead Fish. A Crowd Gathers Around The Tank, Mostly Adults, A Few Accompanied By Children. On The Seals' Tank A Plaque Warns: Coins Can Kill——if Swallowed, Coins Can Lodge In An Animal's Stomach And Cause Ulcers, Infections And Death. Do Not Throw Coins In The Pool. So What Do I Do? Toss A Handful Of Change Into The Tank When None Of The Zookeepers Are Watching. It's Not The Seals I Hate——it's The Audience's Enjoyment Of Them That Bothers Me.