I'm Actually Forced To Write About Michigan

Naturally We Would Prefer Seven Epiphanies A Day And An Earth Not So Apparently Devoid Of Angels.

That Is Simply The Most Beautiful Publishing Office In The World, With That Cranky Old Building In That Wonderful Park.

I Was On The Verge Of Jumping Into One Of Those Holes In Life Out Of Which We Emerge A Bit Tattered And Bloody, Though We Remain Sure Nonetheless That We Had To Make The Jump.

I Thought, Frankly, That It Would Be More Pleasant To Write A Memoir Than It Was.

That's My Only Defense Against This World: To Build A Sentence Out Of It.