The Style Of Flirtation Specific To Classrooms

That 'writers Write' Is Meant To Be Self-evident. People Like To Say It. I Find It Is Hardly Ever True. Writers Drink. Writers Rant. Writers Phone. Writers Sleep. I Have Met Very Few Writers Who Write At All.

Speech, Tennis, Music, Skiing, Manners, Love- You Try Them Waking And Perhaps Balk At The Jump, And Then You're Over. You've Caught The Rhythm Of Them Once And For All, In Your Sleep At Night. The City, Of Course, Can Wreck It. So Much Insomnia. So Many Rhythms Collide. The Salesgirl, The Landlord, The Guests, The Bystanders, Sixteen Varieties Of Social Circumstance In A Day. Everyone Has The Power To Call Your Whole Life Into Question Here. Too Many People Have Access To Your State Of Mind. Some People Are Indifferent To Dislike, Even Relish It. Hardly Anyone I Know.

No One Ever Confides A Secret To One Person Only. No One Destroys All Copies Of A Document.

I Think When You Are Truly Stuck, When You Have Stood Still In The Same Spot For Too Long, You Throw A Grenade In Exactly The Spot You Were Standing In, And Jump, And Pray. It Is The Momentum Of Last Resort.

A Favorite Strategy Was The Paragraph-terminating: Right? Followed Immediately By Wrong. This Linear Invitation To A Mugging Was Considered A Strategy Of Wit.