If You Haven't Been In A War

Now Let's Try To Understand That Falling Into Sexual And Emotional Thrall With An Underage Blood Relative Hadn't Exactly Been On My List Of Things To Do While Visiting England,but I Was Coming Around To The Belief That Whether You Liked It Or Not, Things Happen And Once They Start Happening You Pretty Much Just Have To Hold On For Dear Life And See Where They Drop You When They Stop.

Staying Alive Was What We Did To Pass The Time.

I'm A Century Old, An Impossible Age, And My Brain Has No Anchor In The Present. Instead It Drifts, Nearly Always To The Same Shore. Today, As Most Days, It Is 1962. The Year I Discovered Love.

It's Not That He Lacked Poetry. But His Poetry Was Of The Body, Not The Mind. He Spoke It In The Way He Moved, The Way He Held A Hammer, Rowed A Boat, Built A Fire. I, On The Other Hand, Was Like A Brain In A Box, A Beating Heart In A Coal Scuttle.

And After Awhile Of This My Brain And My Body And Every Single Inch Of Me That Was Alive Was Flooded With The Feeling That I Was Starving, Starving For Edmond. And What A Coincidence, That Was The Feeling I Loved Best In The World.