When I'm Trying A New Form- Trying

There Is Something Very Pleasing About The Principles Of Science And The Rules Of Math, Because They Are So Inevitable And So Harmonious - In The Abstract, Anyway.

The Translator, A Lonely Sort Of Acrobat, Becomes Confused In A Labyrinth Of Paradox, Or Climbs A Pyramid Of Dependent Clauses And Has To Invent A Way Down From It In His Own Language.

Often, The Idea That There Can Be A Wide Range Of Translations Of One Text Doesn't Occur To People - Or That A Translation Could Be Bad, Very Bad, And Unfaithful To The Original.

I Am Simply Not Interested, At This Point, In Creating Narrative Scenes Between Characters.

Nearly Every Morning, A Certain Woman In Our Community Comes Running Out Of Her House With Her Face White And Her Overcoat Flapping Wildly. She Cries Out, "emergency, Emergency," And One Of Us Runs To Her And Holds Her Until Her Fears Are Calmed. We Know She Is Making It Up; Nothing Is Has Really Happened To Her. But We Understand, Because There Is Hardly One Of Us Who Has No Been Moved At Some Time To Do Just What She Has Done, And Every Time, It Has Taken All Our Strength, And Even The Strength Of Our Friends And Families, Too, To Keep Us Quiet.