The Teaching Is Very Rewarding, And Very

Everyone Is So Different. I Sometimes Wish I Wrote In A Different Way. You Know, That Feeling Of: So-and-so Writes Slowly, If Only I Wrote Slowly.

She'd Crack A Joke Sharp As A Tin Lid Hot From The Teeth Of The Can-opener, And Cackle Her Crack-corn Laugh.

I'm Not Sure That The Benefit - As A Writer And As A Citizen - That I Would Get From Reading At Least The Front Page Of The Times Every Day Or Every Other Day Would Outweigh The Depression.

To Me, The Mind Seems To Be Spread Out In The Whole Body - The Senses Are Part Of The Brain. I Guess They're Not Where The Thinking Is Done.

I Wish I Wrote More About The World At More Distance From Myself.