But I Never Listen To Music While

I'm Reading Hans Kummer's "in Quest Of The Sacred Baboon." It's Wonderful. It's A Scientist's Journal About Baboons, But It Relates To The Search For Human Origin.

It Is Not That Shakespeare's Art Is In Technicolor And Fancy, And That Real Life Is Black And White And Tedious. The Life That Shakespeare Was Living Was The Only Life He Had, And He Had To Use It To Create What He Was Doing.

My Father Who In This Case Was An Obsessive Life-long Storyteller, And By A Very Peculiar Trick Of My Father's. My Father Would Tell A Very, Very Long Story, And The Punch Line Would Be In Yiddish.

I Believe That Nothing Comes Of Nothing, Even In Shakespeare. I Wanted To Know Where He Got The Matter He Was Working With And What He Did With That Matter.

When I Was Quite Young I Came Across A Collection Of [franz] Kafka Stories And Read "the Judgment." I Was Just Floored By That Story. I Couldn't Understand It. I Still Don't. I'm Talking About Something I Read More Than 50 Years Ago. That Story Left A Little Scar On Me.