Writers are always a great nuisance to publishers. If they could do without them, they would.
. . . heroine: the artist, the premier mistress writhering in a garden graced w
highly polished blades of grass. . . release (ethiopium) is the drug. . . an animal howl says it all. . . notes pour into the caste of freedom. . . the freedom to be intense. . . to defy social order and break the slow kill monotony of censorship. to break from the long bonds of servitude-ruthless adoration of the celestial shepherd. let us celebrate our own flesh-to embrace not ones race mais the marathon-to never let go of the fiery sadness called desire.