My Worst Habit Is My Fear &

We Stayed At Home To Write, To Consolidate Our Outstretched Selves.

If There's Anything I Look Down On, It's A Man In A Blue Outfit.

The Slime Of All My Yesterdays Rots In The Hollow Of My Skull.

Sunday-the Doctor's Paradise! Doctors At Country Clubs, Doctors At The Seaside, Doctors With Mistresses, Doctors With Wives, Doctors In Church, Doctors In Yachts, Doctors Everywhere Resolutely Being People, Not Doctors.

Because Wherever I Sat—on The Deck Of A Ship Or At A Street Café In Paris Or Bangkok—i Would Be Sitting Under The Same Glass Bell Jar, Stewing In My Own Sour Air.