For The Masses Who Do The City's

The Great Trains Howling From Track To Track All Night. The Taut And Telegraphic Murmur Of Ten Thousand City Wires, Drawn Most Cruelly Against A City Sky. The Rush Of City Waters, Beneath The City Streets. The Passionate Passing Of The Night's Last El.

One Of The Best Things Henry Miller Ever Said Was That Art Goes All Out. It's All Out. It Goes Full Length. . . . A Big Book Is An All-out Book In Which You Limit Your Life To Things That Pertain Directly To The Book.

Yet Once You've Come To Be Part Of This Particular Patch, You'll Never Love Another. Like Loving A Woman With A Broken Nose, You May Well Find Lovelier Lovelies. But Never A Lovely So Real.

The Devil Lives In A Double-shot", Roman Explains Himself Obscurely. "i Got A Great Worm Inside. Gnaws And Gnaws. Every Day I Drown Him And Every Day He Gnaws. Help Me Drown The Worm, Fellas.

Any Writer Who Knows What He's Doing Isn't Doing Very Much.