You Make Something. You Give Up Expressing

And Then, When I Left Princeton In The Middle Of My Sophomore Year, I Went Into The Navy.

I Graduated In 1952 And Went To Europe, With Niki And Our First Child Laura, Who Was Then A Year Old.

Music Had Been My First Love Among The Arts, And I Was Fascinated By It, As I Still Am.

I'd Been Brought Up On The Upper East Side In A Wasp Society, Which Was Death On Crutches.

It’s True, I Had An Extremely Delicious Life, But That Was My Life At Home, And Perhaps Because I Was Only A Child, Or For Whatever Reasons, I Found The Company Of Others, Especially Other Boys, Quite Terrifying And Upsetting.