I Do Have A Strong Sense Of

The Ability To Think For One's Self Depends Upon One's Mastery Of The Language.

Keepers Of Private Notebooks Are A Different Breed Altogether, Lonely And Resistant Rearrangers Of Things, Anxious Malcontents, Children Afflicted Apparently At Birth With Some Presentiment Of Loss.

It Was The United States Of America In The Cold Late Spring Of 1967, And The Market Was Steady And The G.n.p. High And A Great Many Articulate People Seemed To Have A Sense Of High Social Purpose And It Might Have Been A Spring Of Brave Hopes And National Promise, But It Was Not, And More And More People Had The Uneasy Apprehension That It Was Not.

I Don't Know What I Think Until I Write It Down.

I Hadn't Thought That I Was Generally A Pack Rat, But It Turns Out I Am.