I Would Hold The Rosy, Slender Fingers

I Found After Seventy Years That I Was Not A Lunatic But A Moron.... I Should Have Been Able To Do Better.

It Is More Than Likely That The Brain Itself Is, In Origin And Development, Only A Sort Of Great Clot Of Genital Fluid Held In Suspense Or Reserved. This Hypothesis Would Explain The Enormous Content Of The Brain As A Maker Or Presenter Of Images.

And The Good Writer Chooses His Words For Their 'meaning', But That Meaning Is Not A A Set, Cut-off Thing Like The Move Of Knight Or Pawn On A Chess-board. It Comes Up With Roots, With Associations, With How And Where The Word Is Familiarly Used, Or Where It Has Been Used Brilliantly Or Memorably.

Don't Be Blinded By The Theorists And A Lying Press.

Utter Originality Is, Of Course, Out Of The Question.