Wednesday, September 21, 2011

"To The Infinite Actresses of The World...

...who have never failed to grant me endless insecurity."

I am, I hope, not nearly as illustrious as my progeny, Julian. He is much more ardent (and successful) in persuasion, conversation, seduction, and debauchery. He lives a life that does not include many particular encumbrances that I deal with.

The final act of the play is ready to wash over us all, and the storm-surge may yet surprise me.

Here's hoping. Let the intermission come to an end.