I'm Going To Marry My Novels And

I'd Sleep And Forget It; I Had My Own Life, My Own Sad And Ragged Life Forever.

Because I Cannot Write My Native Language And Have No Native Home Anymore, And Am Amazed By That Horrible Homelessness Of All French-canadian S Abroad In America.

And The Hippos Were Boiled In Their Tanks!

My Life Is A Vast Inconsequential Epic.

Nothing Ever Happened - Not Even This