You Make Something. You Give Up Expressing

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.

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

I Left Princeton, But I Graduated Harvard, In 1952.

I Also Had This Mistaken Dream, Fantasy Really - Perhaps Because I'm Good At Languages - Of Being Able In Both Italy And France To Become Someone Else Through My Fluency In The Language.

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