Phil Was Mumbling That Reuben Might Become

In Spite Of All The Refinements Of Civilization That Conspired To Make Art--the Dizzying Perfection Of The String Quartet Or The Sprawling Grandeur Of Fragonard's Canvases--beauty Was Savage. It Was As Dangerous And Lawless As The Earth Had Been Eons Before Man Had One Single Coherent Thought In His Head Or Wrote Codes Of Conduct On Tablets Of Clay. Beauty Was A Savage Garden.

I Want To Be A Saint. I Want To Save Souls By The Millions. I Want To Do Good Far And Wide. I Want To Fight Evil! I Want My Life-sized Statue In Every Church. I'm Talking Six Feet Tall, Blond Hair, Blue Eyes-.wait A Second.do You Know Who I Am?

I Like Mainly To Be Invisible, To Sort Of Drift Around Unseen In The World.

I'm Definitely More Influenced By European Writers Than I Am By American Writers, There's No Doubt About That.

Don't Be A Pawn In Somebody's Game. Find The Attitude Which Gives You The Maximum Strength And The Maximum Dignity, No Matter What Else Is Going On