Lipton’s Journal/January 26, 1955/305
At this moment I’m sick of word echoes. They depress me. Letter echoes are even worse. I begin to feel that I’m engaging in nonsense. To anyone but the most sympathetic reader it would seem that I’m psychotic.
At this moment I’m sick of word echoes. They depress me. Letter echoes are even worse. I begin to feel that I’m engaging in nonsense. To anyone but the most sympathetic reader it would seem that I’m psychotic.
