As when men to keep from being swept overboard in the storm clutch at each other’s hands to resist being torn apart, so our bodies fused a link in the human chain that kept us from being swept into nothing.

How different they seem to be now. And how foolish I was ever to have thought that professors were intellectual giants. They’re people – and afraid the rest of the world will find out. And Alice is a person too – a woman, not a goddess – and I’m taking her to the concert tomorrow night.

What’s right? Ironic that all my intelligence doesn’t help me solve a problem like this.

Who’s to say that my light is better than your darkness? Who’s to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say? . . .

‘The more intelligent you become the more problems you’ll have, Charlie.

Paradise Lost I could only remember it was about

Who’s to say that my light is better than your darkness? Who’s to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say?

intelligence and education that hasn’t been tempered by human affection isn’t worth a damn.’

July 5 – I dedicated my first piano concerto to Fay. She was excited by the idea of having something dedicated to her, but I don’t think she really liked it. Just goes to show that you can’t have everything you want in one woman. One more argument for polygamy.