After All, We Make Ourselves According To

Small Things Start Us In New Ways Of Thinking

In A Way My Reputation Has Become That Of The Curmudgeon.

My Grief Is That The Publishing World, The Book Writing World Is An Extraordinary Shoddy, Dirty, Dingy World.

How Could People Like These, Without Words To Put To Their Emotions And Passions, Manage? They Could, At Best, Only Suffer Dumbly. Their Pains And Humiliations Would Work Themselves Out In Their Characters Alone: Like Evil Spirits Possessing A Body, So That The Body Itself Might Appear Innocent Of What It Did.

If It Was Europe That Gave Us On The Coast Some Idea Of Our History, It Was Europe, I Feel, That Also Introduced Us To The Lie.