1994 - Winter
I have gone into mourning. Jerry's Diner on Sixth Street is shut. . . A brand-new eating place called the Bowery Bar has opened on East Fourth Street, but that is on the other side of Third Avenue - almost beyond redemption. The first time I went there, I knew it was an important meeting and eating place because Miss Miles and the Baroness Shery von Korber-Bernstein were there.
I went with Professor Connolly to the Gershwin Theatre to see Show Boat. When we went round to mee Miss Stritch in her dressing room . . We talked for a while and she suggested that I should perform my one-man show in Canada - as a two-man show with Professor Connelly. He, to my surprise, agreed, so I'm getting my act together and I'm taking it on the road.
As a sort of dress rehearsal, I went to Barney's dress shop to take part in a literary breakfast. I was questioned by Mr Evens about Mr Wilde. When it transpired that I heartily disliked Mr Wilde, Mr Evans was nonplussed.
The thing that I deplore about Mr Wilde was that he never came to grips with how sordid his life had become. When the names of five or six boys whom Mr Wilde knew only in Braille were read out at his trial, he was still bleating about love and invoking the fair name of Mr Plato, . .
I have sinned in accepting an invitation from a Mr Utne to address a multitude of reader of the Utne Reader. . .it is a sin to accept challenges you know you cannot meet. First of all we went to the Harvard Club, where immediately I was outclassed by the furnishings. Then, after a lot of eating and drinking and speech-making, we all sauntered to the Town Hall. . . Then I went on stage and endeavoured to entertain the audience on the principle enunciated by Miss Stritch that the thing to do was to get them to like me, . . I have now written to Mr Utne apologising for my transgression, but the hram is done.
Worse than that I have now said yes to a Mr Stevens who has invited me to go to the Young Republicans Club. When its various members discover that I do not believe in politics, blame will fall on my host and it will be my fault.
I have survived February. Mr Engel, a sculptor who made me immortal in bronze, said that more suicides occurred in february than in any other month. I did not go to that extreme . . I was given a flu shot on the instruction of Miss Arcade, . . I've had a cold since, but I have not been to hospital or the morgue.
I found myself at a banquet after seeing Uncle Vanya. When the play was over, I ate at Gallagher's with a charming young woman whom I had met before the show while wandering about trying to find the theatre.
That's the wonderful thing about Manhattan. You are never without friends.
I went with Professor Connolly to the Gershwin Theatre to see Show Boat. When we went round to mee Miss Stritch in her dressing room . . We talked for a while and she suggested that I should perform my one-man show in Canada - as a two-man show with Professor Connelly. He, to my surprise, agreed, so I'm getting my act together and I'm taking it on the road.
As a sort of dress rehearsal, I went to Barney's dress shop to take part in a literary breakfast. I was questioned by Mr Evens about Mr Wilde. When it transpired that I heartily disliked Mr Wilde, Mr Evans was nonplussed.
The thing that I deplore about Mr Wilde was that he never came to grips with how sordid his life had become. When the names of five or six boys whom Mr Wilde knew only in Braille were read out at his trial, he was still bleating about love and invoking the fair name of Mr Plato, . .
I have sinned in accepting an invitation from a Mr Utne to address a multitude of reader of the Utne Reader. . .it is a sin to accept challenges you know you cannot meet. First of all we went to the Harvard Club, where immediately I was outclassed by the furnishings. Then, after a lot of eating and drinking and speech-making, we all sauntered to the Town Hall. . . Then I went on stage and endeavoured to entertain the audience on the principle enunciated by Miss Stritch that the thing to do was to get them to like me, . . I have now written to Mr Utne apologising for my transgression, but the hram is done.
Worse than that I have now said yes to a Mr Stevens who has invited me to go to the Young Republicans Club. When its various members discover that I do not believe in politics, blame will fall on my host and it will be my fault.
I have survived February. Mr Engel, a sculptor who made me immortal in bronze, said that more suicides occurred in february than in any other month. I did not go to that extreme . . I was given a flu shot on the instruction of Miss Arcade, . . I've had a cold since, but I have not been to hospital or the morgue.
I found myself at a banquet after seeing Uncle Vanya. When the play was over, I ate at Gallagher's with a charming young woman whom I had met before the show while wandering about trying to find the theatre.
That's the wonderful thing about Manhattan. You are never without friends.