What do any of us ever truly know?

You can learn more by going to the opera than you ever can by reading Emerson. Like that there are two sexes.

What do any of us ever truly know?

I also believe I met William Gaddis once. He did not look Italian.

The morning’s recollection of the emptiness of the day before. Its anticipation of the emptiness of the day to come.

Was it really some other person I was so anxious to discover...or was it only my own solitude that I could not abide?

Doubtless these are inconsequential perplexities. Still, inconsequential perplexities have now and again been known to become the fundamental mood of existence, one suspects.