DID I REALLY WRITE THOSE WORDS? (Part One)
Over the years that I was refining and proofing Letters to Men of Letters for the umpteenth time, I decided to maintain a list of my own favorite parts. Sometimes I had to ask myself, “Did I really write those words?” The answer is yes! I will be quoting some of them like these: One of my most dear Men of Letters, my Yale colleague, Jacques I frequently walk by New Haven’s historic Grove Street Cemetery, and it looks like a nice place to be. Further, that it’s populated by so many honchos suggests that they are less likely ever to be disturbed. And I’ve always said that sooner or later everyone who is anyone comes to Yale, so chances are that this might be a good final resting place. I am going to look into it. To be there would also be in keeping with my life choice to enjoy being a small fish in a big pond. I once wrote, It’s fall, and death is in the air. But then again, it always was. From Day One. Life is what we do to keep ourselves from noticing. Perhaps what ...