I Believe That It Is A Whole

Compared To The Unleashed Forces Of Warfare And Of Faith, Mount Vesuvius Was Kinder To The Legacy Of Antiquity.

I'm Reading Hans Kummer's "in Quest Of The Sacred Baboon." It's Wonderful. It's A Scientist's Journal About Baboons, But It Relates To The Search For Human Origin.

It Is Not That Shakespeare's Art Is In Technicolor And Fancy, And That Real Life Is Black And White And Tedious. The Life That Shakespeare Was Living Was The Only Life He Had, And He Had To Use It To Create What He Was Doing.

I Have Lots Of Things That Aren't So Old That I Value, Such As A Copy Of Allen Ginsberg's "howl," Which He Signed For Me.

A Comparably Capacious Embrace Of Beauty And Pleasure - An Embrace That Somehow Extends To Death As Well As Life, To Dissolution As Well As Creation - Characterizes Montaigne's Restless Reflections On Matter In Motion, Cervantes's Chronicle Of His Mad Knight, Michelangelo's Depiction Of Flayed Skin, Leonardo's Sketches Of Whirlpools, Caravaggio's Loving Attention To The Dirty Soles Of Christ's Feet.