"All is decorative."

The forced, vain willing of order especially. You, as a theater person through and through, surely appreciate the value and delight in rapid scene- and sea-change, complete with unwilled accidents large and small. IM might have helpfully called her novel, "The See-saw, the See-saw," yes? If not with play (upper-case "Play"?), then how occupy a universe where by now no doubt some descendants of the maggots of Belsen with their insatiable and craven maws have got as far as the crypts at the St. Thomas Kirche in Leipzig, eh? Of course I'm enraged and engaged by the inept players currently pulling social and political and economic and religious and artistic strings with pure pre-kindergarten willfulness, so like any good watchdog, I bark. For the rest, I'm content to bring me up short with now a touch of beauty and now a touch of play. So much of IM's (seductive) power I think came from her ability and good fortune to be able to hole herself up in her messy Oxford house and play (as WS also did) with the world for a good long time. The gods gave me two years to do the same in Magellan's Log. You are the last person I would want to offend or hurt with anything I've put there. Try to see its 3,000 pages as a crazy American garden laid out by a Texan at the end of his pre-Cambrian Caprock tether.