AND TO JOYCE M.,
I WANT TO SAY
I WANT TO SAY
It's all serious stuff, my dear, but I just cannot
get it to break away. I work like a dog stuck
to a stick and belted in leather to a golden tether.
Even a dog gets to bray and bark. Nothing like that
for me. I'd search the scouting circuit for the fifteen
winds if I could. It's only natural that I'd want to.
So, I'll tell you this, I guess, instead : I want to
go where others may have gone before me, yet
never in the way they went. So stick around,
I hope the show is just beginning, for
I'm too old to die right now.
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