I recall distinctly how I enjoyed my suffering. It was like taking a cub to bed with you. Once in a while he clawed you – and then you really were frightened. Ordinarily you had no fear – you could always turn him loose, or chop his head off.
It seems like it's over, my life in Costa Rica. Well, I will destroy all the pictures/connections and move on. Things will happen elsewhere. Things are always happening. - Henry Miller + Me.
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