I wanted to lie hour after hour on a couch, pouring out the dark, secret places of my heart—do this feeling that over my shoulder sat humanity and wisdom and generosity, a munificent heart—do this until that incredibly lovely day when the great man would say to me, his voice grave and dramatic with discovery: "This is you, Exley. Rise and go back into the world a whole man.


A Fan's Notes (ed. 1997)


I wanted to lie hour after hour on a couch, pouring out the dark, secret places of my heart—do this feeling that over my shoulder sat humanity and...

I wanted to lie hour after hour on a couch, pouring out the dark, secret places of my heart—do this feeling that over my shoulder sat humanity and...

I wanted to lie hour after hour on a couch, pouring out the dark, secret places of my heart—do this feeling that over my shoulder sat humanity and...

I wanted to lie hour after hour on a couch, pouring out the dark, secret places of my heart—do this feeling that over my shoulder sat humanity and...