I Don't Know How To Sit Outside

I Don't Know How To Sit Outside Myself And Test Against A Hypothetical Self Who Stayed Home.

Thus For Each Blunt-faced Ignorant One The Great Grey Rigid Uniform Combined Safety With Virtue Of The Sun. Thus Concepts Linked Like Chainmail In The Mind.

One Is Always Nearer By Not Keeping Still.

I Don't Think Of Sex As A Self-destructive Impulse.

When I First Started Teaching At Berkeley In 1958, I Could Not Announce That I Was Gay To Anybody, Though Probably Quite A Few Of My Fellow Teachers Knew.