I am a free man- and I need my freedom. I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and paving stones of the streets with out companions, with out conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company. What do you want of me? When I have something to say, I put it in print. When I have something to give, I give it. Your praying curiosity turns my stomach! Your compliments humiliate me! Your tea poisons me! I owe nothing to anyone. I would be responsible to God alone-- if He existed!
