Lipton’s Journal/January 24, 1955/241

For years, unknowingly, I talked like a bopster. Quickly, confusingly, one moment seeming to make great sense, the next moment bewildering, ideas knocking one another on the head, emotional currents of communication thrown out rather than precise wording, stumbling, stammering, racing, articulate and inarticulate often on the same word, and never going to orgasm, but trailing off so that I left my listeners excited, stimulated…and frustrated, irritated.