It Was All Those Biographies

Overnight Business Could Go Down Enough To Hurt; Yet As A Rule It Slowly Recovered-sometimes It Seemed To Take Forever-went Up, Not High Enough To Be Really Up, Only Not Down.

I Love Metaphor. It Provides Two Loaves Where There Seems To Be One. Sometimes It Throws In A Load Of Fish.

I Am Somewhat Of A Meliorist. That Is To Say, I Act As An Optimist Because I Find I Cannot Act At All, As A Pessimist. One Often Feels Helpless In The Face Of The Confusion Of These Times, Such A Mass Of Apparently Uncontrollable Events And Experiences To Live Through, Attempt To Understand, And If At All Possible, Give Order To; But One Must Not Withdraw From The Task If He Has Some Small Things To Offer - He Does So At The Risk Of Diminishing His Humanity.

A Man Is An Island In The Only Sense That Matters, Not An Easy Way To Be. We Live In Mystery, A Cosmos Of Separate Lonely Bodies, Men, Insects, Stars. It Is All Loneliness And Men Know It Best.

The Short Story Packs A Self In A Few Pages Predicating A Lifetime