No More Pronouncements On Lousy Verse. No

The Fact, And The Intuition Or Logic About The Fact, Are Severe Coordinates In Fiction. In The Short Story They Must Cross With Hair-line Precision.

O Fortunate Bride, Who Never Again Will Become Elated After Childbirth! O Lucky Older Wife, Who Has Been Cured Of Feeling Unwanted!

O Remember In Your Narrowing Dark Hours That More Things Move Than Blood In The Heart.

The Art Of One Period Cannot Be Approached Through The Attitudes (emotional Or Intellectual) Of Another.

I Hope That One Or Two Immortal Lyrics Will Come Out Of All This Tumbling Around.