People Always Clap For The Wrong Reasons.

And The Old Horror Of Being A Professional Writer, And The Usual Stench Of Words That Goes With It, Is Begining To Drive Me Out Of My Seat. (buddy)

But I'm Crazy. I Swear To God I Am.

I Knew It Wasn't Too Important, But It Made Me Sad Anyway.

The Great Gatsby' [...] Was My 'tom Sawyer' When I Was Twelve [....]

The Cards Are Stacked (quite Properly, I Imagine) Against All Professional Aesthetes, And No Doubt We All Deserve The Dark, Wordy, Academic Deaths We All Sooner Or Later Die.