Literature Doesn't Matter! The Only Thing That

All Literature Is An Effort At The Formal Character Of The Epigram.

Each Minute Bursts In The Burning Room,the Great Globe Reels In The Solar Fire,spinning The Trivial And Unique Away.(how All Things Flash! How All Things Flare!)what Am I Now That I Was Then?may Memory Restore Again And Againthe Smallest Color Of The Smallest Day:time Is The School In Which We Learn,time Is The Fire In Which We Burn.

Order And Disorder, Form And Formless Must Have Profound Psychological Roots, Nervous Roots.

I Got Married The Second Time In The Way That, When A Murder Is Committed, Crackpots Turn Up At The Police Station To Confess The Crime.

I Am Of Russian-jewish Distraction.