I Used To Get Criticized For Putting

I Can Write Anywhere.

How Wonderful It Was To Love Something Without The Compromise Of Language.

Suits Obviously Had Helped To Promote Bad Government And He Was As Guilty As Anyone For Wearing Them So Steadfastly For Twenty Years. Of Late He Had Become Frightened Of The Government For The First Time In His Life, The Way The Structure Of Democracy Had Begun Debasing People Rather Than Enlivening Them In Their Mutual Concern. The Structure Was No Longer Concerned With The Purpose For Which It Was Designed, And A Small Part Of The Cause, Nordstrom Thought, Was Probably That All Politicians And Bureaucrats Wore Suits.

I Did Not Want To Live Out My Life In The Strenuous Effort To Hold A Ghost World Together. It Was Plain As The Stars That Time Herself Moved In Grand Tidal Sweeps Rather Than The Tick-tocks We Suffocate Within, And That I Must Reshape Myself To Fully Inhabit The Earth Rather Than Dawdle In The Sump Of My Foibles.

This Infantile Sense Of Order Tended To Infect My Life At Large. Up At 5:30 A.m., Coffee, Oatmeal, Perhaps Sausage (homemade), And Fresh Eggs Giving One Of The Yolks To Lola. Listening To Npr And Grieving More Recently Over The Absence Of Bob Edwards Who Was The Sound Of Morning As Surely As Birds. Reading A Paragraph Or Two Of Emerson Or Loren Eiseley To Raise The Level Of My Thinking. Going Out To Feed The Cattle If It Was During Our Six Months Of Bad Weather.