You Make Something. You Give Up Expressing

I Graduated In 1952 And Went To Europe, With Niki And Our First Child Laura, Who Was Then A Year Old.

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

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

I Was Stationed In Norfolk, Virginia, For A While, About Which The Less Said The Better, And Then I Was In The Mediterranean, About Which The More Said The Better.

It Has Always Been Something I Could Do, And It May Seem Odd That In My Case I Seem To Create An Interesting Narrative And Frustrate The Readers Opportunities To Follow It At Every Step.