Things Are Always Different From What They

That Accurst Autobiographic Form Which Puts A Premium On The Loose, The Improvised, The Cheap, And The Easy.

I Recall My Fleeting Instants In Savannah As The Taste Of A Cup Charged To The Brim.

There Are Two Kinds Of Taste, The Taste For Emotions Of Surprise And The Taste For Emotions Of Recognition.

Don't Pass It By - The Immediate, The Real, The Ours, The Yours, The Novelist's That It Waits For.

We Are Divided Of Course Between Liking To Feel The Past Strange And Liking To Feel It Familiar.