Feel that I should document my experience during this time, not only for my own vain purposes, but also in case they are casting around three or four decades from now for ‘primary sources’ – well, no matter how egregious my transgressions, at least I will have contributed to the vast human almanac. Take me at my word! These are indeed the real gasps and moans of a people, as they happen. Or of a person, as she happens. For heaven’s sake… If there is but a mote of pride trembling within me, its character, identity, spirit arises ever out of nature, familiarity, laughter. Language gives us everything we long for: comfort, clarity, the sacred melding of utility and sentiment. May we yet survive the might of its dread enchantment.
