What Is The Ultimate Impulse To Write?

Love Must Wait; It Must Break One’s Bones.

In A Certain Sense, A Writer Is An Exile, An Outsider, Always Reporting On Things, And It Is Part Of His Life To Keep On The Move. Travel Is Natural.

But Knowledge Does Not Protect One. Life Is Contemptuous Of Knowledge; It Forces It To Sit In The Anterooms, To Wait Outside. Passion, Energy, Lies: These Are What Life Admires. Still, Anything Can Be Endured If All Humanity Is Watching. The Martyrs Prove It. We Live In The Attention Of Others. We Turn To It As Flowers To The Sun.

I Like Aristocracy. I Like The Beauty Of Aristocracy. I Like The Hierarchical Feeling.you Could Claim That It's Due To My Military Experience. But It Came Before That. I Love Their Freedom Of Behavior. They're Not Constrained By Penal Attitudes, Puritanical Attitudes About Behavior, Both Socially And Morally. They Have A Freedom That I Admire. An Unquestioned Freedom.

It's Tremendous: This World, This Life. Take It While You Have It.