All Artists As A Type Seem To

Barring Love I'll Take My Life In Large Doses Alone--rivers, Forests, Fish, Grouse, Mountains. Dogs.

Short Things Are Short All Over And Long Things Are Long All Over.

It Is Utterly Soothing To Fly Fish For Trout. All Other Considerations Or Worries Drift Away And You Couldn't Keep Them Close If You Wanted. Perhaps It's Standing Thigh Deep In A River With The Water Passing At The Exact But Varying Speed Of Life. You Easily Recognize This Mortality And It Dissipates Into The Landscape.

I Wonder, When A Writer's Blocked And Doesn't Have Any Resources To Pull Himself Out Of It, Why Doesn't He Jump In His Car And Drive Around The U.s.a.? I Went Last Winter For Seven Thousand Miles And It Was Lovely. Inexpensive, Too.

Yeah, But Now Suddenly - You Know, Universities Are Notoriously Market Oriented, Too.