You Smile. No, It Is Not Fatal.

Death May Whiten In Sun Or Out Of It.

Why Am I Obsessed With The Idea I Can Justify Myself By Getting Manuscripts Published? Is It An Escape-an Excuse For Any Social Failure-so I Can Say "no, I Don't Go Out For Many Extracurricular Activities, But I Spend A Lot Of Time Writing."

I Had Decided I Would Put Off The Novel Until I Had Gone To Europe And Had A Lover.

But They Know. They All Know. And What Am I Against So Many…?

Love Is The Bone And Sinew Of My Curse.