It’s true, I had an extremely delicious life, but that was my life at home, and perhaps because I was only a child, or for whatever reasons, I found the company of others, especially other boys, quite terrifying and upsetting.

I was stationed in Norfolk, Virginia, for a while, about which the less said the better, and then I was in the Mediterranean, about which the more said the better.

You make something. You give up expressing and start inventing.

And I finished college because I thought how much it would upset my parents if I didnt.

Music had been my first love among the arts, and I was fascinated by it, as I still am.

It has always been something I could do, and it may seem odd that in my case I seem to create an interesting narrative and frustrate the readers opportunities to follow it at every step.

I left Princeton, but I graduated Harvard, in 1952.