VAST - Flames
by nishe
Prada Candy L’eau
INTERVIEWER
So many critics equate the success of a writer with an unhappy childhood. Can you say something of your own childhood in Mount Vernon?
E.B. WHITE
As a child, I was frightened but not unhappy. My parents were loving and kind. We were a large family (six children) and were a small kingdom unto ourselves. Nobody ever came to dinner. My father was formal, conservative, successful, hardworking, and worried. My mother was loving, hardworking, and retiring. We lived in a large house in a leafy suburb, where there were backyards and stables and grape arbors. I lacked for nothing except confidence. I suffered nothing except the routine terrors of childhood: fear of the dark, fear of the future, fear of the return to school after a summer on a lake in Maine, fear of making an appearance on a platform, fear of the lavatory in the school basement where the slate urinals cascaded, fear that I was unknowing about things I should know about. I was, as a child, allergic to pollens and dusts, and still am. I was allergic to platforms, and still am. It may be, as some critics suggest, that it helps to have an unhappy childhood. If so, I have no knowledge of it. Perhaps it helps to have been scared or allergic to pollens—I don’t know.
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by wasenough
Pastime Paradise (Stevie Wonder), Twelve.
I love Patti Smith.
Changing of the Guards (Bob Dylan), Twelve.
I never said I was deep, but I am profoundly shallow
My lack of knowledge is vast, and my horizons are narrow.
My absolute favorite on Further Complications.
This is a song that should be heard and yes, I have spent the last two days watching Girls.
