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Henry Miller, Playing Ping Pong

Henry Miller playing ping pong, and being Henry Miller. Here’s one

“It may be that we are doomed, that there is no hope for us, any

Salinger was not a happy person. I guess being rich, successful and famous–not

To me a heaven would be a big bull ring with me holding two barrera seats

I wonder what your idea of heaven would be — A beautiful vacuum filled

We arrived at Council Bluffs at dawn; I looked out; all winter I’d been

La libertad, Sancho, es uno de los mas preciados dones que a los hombres

“Under the desert sun, in the dogmatic clarity, the fables of theology

All my life I have been acutely aware of a contradiction in the very nature

Utopia lies at the horizon. When I draw nearer by two steps, it retreats

Was I ignorant, then, when I was seventeen? I think not. I knew everything.

“La radio-despertador lo liberó de un sueño pegajoso y sofocante