Lipton’s Journal/February 7, 1955/480

I’m getting tired again. Like a clock, letter consonants exhaust me, mainly because they seem so cultish, so ridiculous, so far-fetched, and yet I am drawn to them more and more. For example: rear. Take away the ‘rr’ and one has eeeeeee. To rear is to surround the passive taking state with the rage of having to give. (And at some part of them isn’t that how all parents feel?)