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I'm Not One Of Those James Joyce Intellectuals Who Can Stand Back And Look At The Whole Edifice... It Was A Slow Process For Me To Just Crawl Out Of It, Like A Snake Leaving His Skin Behind.

First Of All There Is Always That Artistic Challenge Of Creating Something. Or The Particular Experience To Take Slum Life In That Period And Make Something Out Of It In The Form Of A Book. And Then I Felt Some Kind Of Responsibility To My Family.

I Learned The Significance Of My Own Insignificant Life.

There Are So Many Ways Of Saying Hi. Hiss It, Trill It, Bark It, Sing It, Bellow It, Laugh It, Cough It. A Simple Stroll In The Hallway Calls For Paragraphs, Sentences In Your Head, Decisions Galore.

My Childhood Here... Was Very Limited. So It Was A Long, Long Time Before I Actually Went Out To Brooklyn.