I Took A Little Celebrational Nap.

Speech, Tennis, Music, Skiing, Manners, Love- You Try Them Waking And Perhaps Balk At The Jump, And Then You're Over. You've Caught The Rhythm Of Them Once And For All, In Your Sleep At Night. The City, Of Course, Can Wreck It. So Much Insomnia. So Many Rhythms Collide. The Salesgirl, The Landlord, The Guests, The Bystanders, Sixteen Varieties Of Social Circumstance In A Day. Everyone Has The Power To Call Your Whole Life Into Question Here. Too Many People Have Access To Your State Of Mind. Some People Are Indifferent To Dislike, Even Relish It. Hardly Anyone I Know.

My Capacity For Having A Good Time Exists. It Surfaces, However, On Odd Occasions.

There Are So Many Different Types Of Writers. It's Just Sheer Coincidence That They're All Called Writers.

In The Strange Heat All Litigation Brings To Bear On Things, The Very Process Of Litigation Fosters The Most Profound Misunderstandings In The World.

I Took A Little Celebrational Nap.