Tomorrow is another day toward death.

I suppose I'll always be over-vulnerable, slightly paranoid.

So I kiss him, and there is the great dark sea ahead.

I felt very low. I had been unmasked only that morning by Jay Cee herself, and I felt now that all the uncomfortable suspicions I had about myself were coming true. After nineteen years of running after good marks and prizes and grants of one sort and another, I was letting up, slowing down, dropping clean out of race.

I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions.

God has to remind us this isn't heaven by a long shot, so he increases the radios and lethal flies.

So you got rid of your astonishment that someone could write so much more dynamically than you. You stopped cherishing your aloneness and poetic differentness to your delicately flat little bosom. You said: she's to good to forget. How about making her a friend and competitor — you could learn alot from her. So you'll try. So maybe she'll laugh in your face. So maybe she'll beat you hollow in the end. So anyhow, you'll try, and maybe, possibly, she can stand you. Here's hoping!