Square One

                                               There are paths in the fog, even in the dark,                           and they fork, even in the light. 

                     

       

                                                                           

                                               I had talked for hours with him and Isaac. But he couldn't tell me how I got there.

Mark Rudman

Provoked in Venice

  Not Normalissimo

  [extracts, pp 81, 87]

Wesleyan University Press, 1999©

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