For a whaleship was my Yale College and my Harvard

Ere I started to slaughter my finest impulses

Among others.

Right. If you really want to hear about it, it was a wrong number that start-ed it. It began oddly. I’d gotten out of my car and was running for the porch when I saw her. I’m very vulnerable to female beauty. She smelled like trees.

“Madam, may I touch your nipples with my eyes?” said I.

but your wife said she

and added

“Just dance me to the dark side of the gym. Chances are I’ll let you do almost anything.”

The tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps. As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. To make a prairie… the revery alone will do, if bees are few. Imagination—take that away and you have dead meat. Actually it’s not death that’s the problem, it’s the waiting. Next to success, the best thing in life is to be a total failure. With hungry heart through the heat and cold we never much thought we could get very old. I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical naked… They’re selling postcards of the hangings, you know—I suppose that a country that teaches creationism in its schools may be forgiven

For believing that baseball does not derive from cricket. Revelation’s the last refuge ignorance finds from reason. “Sometimes I like a man who doesn’t believe what a woman tells him,” she said. “Dance me to the end of love.” Till fish us do part, I thought.

Electric eels, I might have added, do it. And girls with boys to bed will go.

A wholly new life lay before me, had I the courage to risk all. Actually there was nothing to risk, I was at the bottom rung of the ladder. Too many people trying to be different. Coining phrases when a good platitude would do and save anxiety. The bird, a pigeon was it? or a dove—What’s wrong with wayfaring, anyway? Jaywalking? Having heard tick will I hear tock? Having served will I volley? Having sugared will I cream? Itching, will I scratch? Hemming, will I haw? Who was it that said: “Macwomb was from his mother’s duff untimely ripp’d’?”

Reachunderajustscrewdownreachunderajust

For a mirror can reflect only what it sees, and what it sees is funny, I says.

Even though I never knew her in life,

All this happened, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true. I never seen anybody but lied, one time or another. Don’t ever tell anybody anything, anyway. Sometimes I’m so bo-o-o-o-o-o-red with the USA