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We Rarely Get To Prepare Ourselves In Meadows Or On Graveled Walks; We Do It On Short Notice In Places Without Windows, Hospital Corridors, Rooms Like This Lounge With Its Cracked Plastic Sofa And Cinzano Ashtrays, Where The Cafe Curtains Cover Blank Concrete. In Rooms Like This, With So Little Time, We Prepare Our Gestures, Get Them By Heart So We Can Do Them When We're Frightened In The Face Of Doom.

Let Me Tell You About My Day. I Get Up At 8 O'clock In The Morning. At 8:30 Am, I Leave The House And I Arrive At My Office At 8:37. I Stay In The Office Until 2 O'clock In The Afternoon. I Get In My Porsche And I'm Home At 2:03 Because The One-way Streets Make It Faster For Me To Drive. And Between 8:36 Am And 2 Pm, I'm Doing One Of Three Things: I'm Writing. I'm Staring Out The Window. Or I'm Writhing On The Floor.

Funerals Often Make Us Want Sex-it's One In The Eye For Death.

God's Creatures Who Cried Themselves To Sleep Stirred To Cry Again.

He Moves Smoothly And Slowly, Carrying His Concentration Like A Brimming Cup.