I Left Princeton, But I Graduated Harvard,

You Make Something. You Give Up Expressing And Start Inventing.

It Has Always Been Something I Could Do, And It May Seem Odd That In My Case I Seem To Create An Interesting Narrative And Frustrate The Readers Opportunities To Follow It At Every Step.

I Also Had This Mistaken Dream, Fantasy Really - Perhaps Because I'm Good At Languages - Of Being Able In Both Italy And France To Become Someone Else Through My Fluency In The Language.

My Dream, I Remember, When I Went To Boarding School, Was To Have A Study All My Own, A Little Nook Someplace Where Nobody Could Get At Me - Nobody, Like The Football Coach.

I Was Stationed In Norfolk, Virginia, For A While, About Which The Less Said The Better, And Then I Was In The Mediterranean, About Which The More Said The Better.