Sunday, May 16, 2010
8:45 AM. Okay, Papa, I am ready to chat, but I don’t have a topic offhand. Perhaps you do?
Oh yes. The prompting yesterday about Reynolds should serve to reassure you that whatever is happening here isn’t just your making it up in one part of your mind, and disclosing it to another — but, I know it won’t, and here’s why. None of this can ever be proved either way. And neither can you tell where any of your ideas come from, or your dreams or daydreams, or the text of your improvised speech. Nor, for that matter, the raw material of your writing, or even where the sure intuition comes from that lets you edit what you have written, choosing this, changing that, discarding the other.