Boredom Is The Only Sure Cure For

Literary Criticism Now Is All Pranks And Polemics.

In Middle Age, I Practiced Feeling Old, But The Real Thing Has Been A Rude Surprise.

Guilt Stirs Me, But Only To Self-pity.

New York Loves Itself In An Unkind And Fanatical Way.

Sexual Attraction Makes The Strangest Bedfellows Of All.