You Make Something. You Give Up Expressing

Syntax And Vocabulary Are Overwhelming Constraints --the Rules That Run Us. Language Is Using Us To Talk --we Think We're Using The Language, But Language Is Doing The Thinking, We're Its Slavish Agents.

I'd Been Brought Up On The Upper East Side In A Wasp Society, Which Was Death On Crutches.

It’s True, I Had An Extremely Delicious Life, But That Was My Life At Home, And Perhaps Because I Was Only A Child, Or For Whatever Reasons, I Found The Company Of Others, Especially Other Boys, Quite Terrifying And Upsetting.

And Then, When I Left Princeton In The Middle Of My Sophomore Year, I Went Into The Navy.

There Are Many Things I’ve Written That I Didn’t Really Understand Until A Long Time Later.