My Life Is Short. I Can't Listen

This Is Unusual For Me. I Have Given Readings And Not Lectures. I Have Told People Who Ask For Lectures That I Have No Lecture To Give. And That Is True.

It Was A Good Place For Getting Lost In, A City No One Ever Knew, A City Explored From The Neutral Heart Outward, Until After Many Years, It Defined Itself Into A Jumble Of Clearings Separated By Stretches Of The Unknown, Through Which The Narrowest Of Paths Had Been Cut.

One Isn’t Born One’s Self. One Is Born With A Mass Of Expectations, A Mass Of Other People’s Ideas – And You Have To Work Through It All.

I Will Say I Am The Sum Of My Books.

But Everything Of Value About Me Is In My Books.