And Then, When I Left

What I Said About John Was That He Liberated Me From My Anxieties About Writing In A Correct, Acceptable Way.

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.

After The Navy, I Transferred To Harvard And Finished There. I Was There The Spring Term Of 1951 And I Stayed Through The Summer Term And A Whole Other Year, So I Was Able To Do Two Years In A Little Less Than A Year And A Half.

I Left Princeton, But I Graduated Harvard, In 1952.

You Make Something. You Give Up Expressing And Start Inventing.