Wednesday, June 7, 2017


Walt Whitman wanted that claim.
I met him once, at the phrenologist's
office on lower Broadway. He had a
very broad forehead, with plenty of
interesting lines, but that didn't matter,
he said, because 'They'll only be checking
my skull for bumps and the pearly mounds
of art and fashion.' But Jeez, he had a
way with words. 

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