Fear Of My Cruel Impulses Makes Me

I Criticize Myself Ruthlessly, But Never Mention The Faults Of Which I Am Truly Ashamed.

Perversity Depends On Reversal And Substitution.

Boredom Makes Me Sleepy Or Restless.

I Seldom Remember My Father, But I Sneeze And Rub My Nose The Way He Did. I Also Love My Son With Grief And Anger, As He Did.

An Old Man Drinks Tea And Reads The Newspaper--forgetting Age For A Moment.