The Good Agent Probably Is

Good Evening, And Welcome To A Private Showing Of Three Paintings, Displayed Here For The First Time. Each Is A Collectors' Item In Its Own Way - Not Because Of Any Special Artistic Quality, But Because Each Captures On A Canvas, And Suspends In Time And Space, A Frozen Moment Of A Nightmare.

All The Dachaus Must Remain Standing.

I Think Willa Cather Did A Short Story Called "paul's Case," And In It, When He Finally Commits Suicide, It Says, "he Surrendered To The Black Design Of Things." And That's What I Anticipate Death Will Be: A Totally Unconscious Void In Which You Float Through Eternity With No Particular Consciousness Of Anything. I Think Once Around Is Enough. I Don't Want To Start It All Over Again.

How Can You Put Out A Meaningful Drama When Every Fifteen Minutes Proceedings Are Interrupted By Twelve Dancing Rabbits With Toilet Paper? No Dramatic Art Form Should Be Dictated And Controlled By Men Whose Training And Instincts Are Cut Of An Entirely Different Cloth. The Fact Remains That These Gentlemen Sell Consumer Goods, Not An Art Form.

I'd Love To Be Able To Write An In-depth Piece Of What Causes Men Like [richard] Nixon And [h.r.]haldeman And [john] Ehrlichman And All The Rest Of Them Not Only To Run, But What Causes Us To Vote For Them.