In Some Sense The Text And The

No One Is Calling Me. I Can’t Check The Answering Machine Because I Have Been Here All This Time. If I Go Out, Someone May Call While I’m Out. Then I Can Check The Answering Machine When I Come Back In.

In Some Sense The Text And The Translator Are Locked In Struggle - 'i Attacked That Sentence, It Resisted Me, I Attacked Another, It Eluded Me' - A Struggle In Which, Curiously, When The Translator Wins, The Text Wins Too.

I Often Pose Questions To Myself And Want The Answers. The Questions May Be Psychological Or Emotional. Or They May Involve Botany Or [...] Physiology. [...] I Am Very Curious About Strangers I Observe - As In A Bus Line. I Am Very Attached To Finding Out Answers.

Because I'm Not Writing All The Time (thank Goodness), My Mind Is Sometimes Pleasantly Blank.

I Am Basically The Sort Of Person Who Has Stage-fright Teaching. I Kind Of Creep Into A Classroom. I'm Not An Anecdote-teller, Either, Although I Often Wish I Were.