Nothing, Of Course, Begins At

Fashions In Sin Change.

One Sits Uncomfortably On A Too Comfortable Cushion.

Childhood Is Less Clear To Me Than To Many People: When It Ended I Turned My Face Away From It For No Reason That I Know About, Certainly Without The Usual Reason Of Unhappy Memories. For Many Years That Worried Me, But Then I Discovered That The Tales Of Former Children Are Seldom To Be Trusted. Some People Supply Too Many Past Victories Or Pleasures With Which To Comfort Themselves, And Other People Cling To Pains, Real And Imagined, To Excuse What They Have Become.

If You Are Willing To Take The Punishment, You're Halfway Through The Battle. That The Issues May Be Trivial, The Battle Ugly, Is Another Point.

The Writer's Intention Hasn't Anything To Do With What He Achieves. The Intent To Earn Money Or The Intent To Be Famous Or The Intent To Be Great Doesn't Matter In The End. Just What Comes Out.