The world has dealt (nothing personal)

outrageously with me: now, I deal back: it's

like arguing with the head-chopper though,

where can it get me: I guess I could get to where I'd

be saying, look, sir, do you fully realize what

you're doing: is there any room for

negotiation here, like, your head or mine:

(when an artist, say, striving to be normal,

isn't, there you have genuine stuff: not

necessarily the best stuff: but, how much

better to replace the unachievable with the

inadvertent: this is what an artist means

when he says he's not responsible for his

genius, it just happens: but, alas, if the

artist quite normal enough strives to be

weird, the shocking falsity wears so thin a

sheen it's soon hardly shocking and far more

dismissible:) (the material in the preceding

parenthesis is worth thinking on): (to go the

other way further out into the periphery is

to lose hold on the central issues and

become thin, manneristic, too arty, and

mere).