Ports Are Necessities, Like Postage Stamps Or

The Pigs Stuck Out Their Little Feet And Snored.

I Hated The Salinger Story. It Took Me Days To Go Through It, Gingerly, A Page At A Time, And Blushing With Embarrassment For Him Every Ridiculous Sentence Of The Way. How Can They Let Him Do It?

Someone Loves Us All.

Why Shouldn't We, So Generally Addicted To The Gigantic, At Last Have Some Small Works Of Art, Some Short Poems, Short Pieces Of Music [...], Some Intimate, Low-voiced, And Delicate Things In Our Mostly Huge And Roaring, Glaring World?

I've Never Written The Things I'd Like To Write That I've Admired All My Life. Maybe One Never Does.