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“…the artifice of your social style, your charm, will be your downfall.”
◻ I am in New York in spite of myself. I love sitting here– the 2nd floor of the library– looking out at the lighted windows that fill the black windows. I feel like I’m in school tonight. I long for the Unversity of Missouri.
“Is the trial of a god like any other when the judges are blind?”
“…the souvenir of sitting in my late-night, early-spring apartment on 23rd, and the window-street sounds of tires on warm winter New York rain ten stories below?”