Wait And Wait. Most People's Lives Are

If I Can Write Everything Out Plainly, Perhaps I Will Myself Understand Better What Has Happened.

Realism, In So Far As The Word Means Reality To Life, Is Always Bad Art.

It May Be True Of All Relationships, Not Only Between Fathers And Sons, But Between Men And Women. Nothing Seems Fixed. Everything Is Always Changing. We Seem To Have Very Little Control Over Our Emotional Life.

I'll Do Something, Get Into Some Kind Of Work Where Talk Don't Count. Maybe I'll Just Be A Mechanic In A Shop. I Don't Know. I Guess I Don't Care Much. I Just Want To Work And Keep Quiet. That's All I've Got In Mind.

The Writer, An Old Man With A White Moustache, Had Some Difficulty Getting Into Bed.