No One Ever Confides A Secret To

The Radical Intelligence In The Moderate Position Is The Only Place Where The Center Holds. Or So It Seems.

No One Ever Confides A Secret To One Person Only. No One Destroys All Copies Of A Document.

Writing About Writing Is A Bit Like Talking About A Conversation You Are Having; It Tends To Obscure Desperation About Where The Next Word Is Coming From.

There Follows A Little Obscenity Here, A Dash Of Philosophy There, Considerable Whining Overall, And A Modern Satirical Novel Is Born.

My Dislike Has No Consequences. It Accrues Only In My Mind—like Preserves On A Shelf Or Guns Zeroing In, And Never Firing.