You're an expatriate. You've lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obsessed by sex. You spend all your time talking, not working. You are an expatriate, see? You hang around cafTs.

There were many words that you could not stand to hear and finally only the names of places had dignity. Abstract words such as glory, honor, courage, or hallow were obscene.

I think you should learn about writing from everybody who has ever written that has anything to teach you

And you treat me wonderfully and keep all your promises.

There is no night life in Spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day.

God knows I didn't mean to fall in love with her

So far, about morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.