Quick, name some towns in New Jersey

I have the reputation for having read all of Henry James. Which would argue a misspent youth and middle age.

Let me be the first to admit that the naked truth about me is to the naked truth about Salvador Dali as an old ukulele in the attic is to a piano in a tree, and I mean a piano with breasts. Senor Dali has the jump on me from the beginning. He remembers and describes in detail what it was like in the womb. My own earliest memory is of accompanying my father to a polling booth in Columbus, Ohio, where he voted for William McKinley.

If you wonder which is the stronger sex, watch which one twists the other around her little finger.

She wasn't much to look at but she was something to think about.

But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?

I don't believe the writer should know too much where he's going. If he does, he runs into old man blueprint—old man propaganda.