Wherever I Travel I'm Too Late. The

Thousands Of Miles Of Wheat, Indifference, And Self- Apology.

Mr. Bernard Died On A Monday, At The Age Of Seventy-five, His Body Wasted. He Lay In State For Two Days In The Lobby Of The Bernard Gursky Tower And, As He Failed To Rise On The Third, He Was Duly Buried.

And Furthermore Did You Know That Behind The Discovery Of America There Was A Jewish Financier?

Beauty, Like Male Ballet Dancers, Makes Some Men Afraid.

In, 1950, At The Age, 19 I Dropped Out Of St. George William College In Montreal, As It Then Was, And Sailed For England On The Franconia. Foolishly, No Arrogantly, Believing I Could Put Canada And Its Picayune Problems Behind Me, Never Dreaming It Would Become The Raw Material Of Most Of My Fiction And Non-fiction. Or That I Would Care So Deeply About Its Surviving Intact.