Every writer since the beginning of time, just like other people, has been afflicted by what [a] friend of mine called the fleas of life —you know, colds, hangovers, bills, sprained ankles, and little nuisances of one sort or another.


Paris Review (Spring, 1954)


Every writer since the beginning of time, just like other people, has been afflicted by what [a] friend of mine called the fleas of life —you know, ...

Every writer since the beginning of time, just like other people, has been afflicted by what [a] friend of mine called the fleas of life —you know, ...

Every writer since the beginning of time, just like other people, has been afflicted by what [a] friend of mine called the fleas of life —you know, ...

Every writer since the beginning of time, just like other people, has been afflicted by what [a] friend of mine called the fleas of life —you know, ...