I am neither romantic nor a visionary, and that is my weakness and perhaps my power; at any rate it is one difference. In less romantic and visionary terms, I am a Jew, (with powers of introspection and eclecticism attendant, perhaps.) But I am alien to your natural grace, to the spirit which you would know as a participator in America.

in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night

Everybody's serious but me.

What is obscenity? And to whom?

Who’ll come lie down in the dark with me Belly to belly and knee to knee Who’ll look into my hooded eye Who’ll lie down under my darkened thigh?

Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an angel!

My own experience is that a certain kind of genius among students is best brought out in bed.