Even People Capable Of Living

Each Life Makes Its Own Immitation Of Immortality.

Such An Ego Simply Forbade Certain Lines Of Thought.

Go Then, There Are Other Worlds Than These.

I Am, When You Stop To Think Of It, A Member Of A Fairly Select Group: The Final Handful Of American Novelists Who Learned To Read And Write Before They Learned To Eat A Daily Helping Of Video Bullshit.

Pride, That Invisible Bone That Keeps The Neck Stiff.