| March 23, 1981 (from a letter dated December 1, 1980) |
| from a letter not sent |
I seemed to be suffering from terminal constipation or rather – as the emergency-room people seem to have decided – from chronic constipation and I was waking from a nap impatient for the work of the prescription when it hit me (a startling thought): I can live in the world the way it is the prescription however did not work |