We had the most unserious big-dropped
rain I've ever seen at eight this morning, overcast all right, though
bright and grey ... (I am trying to sense bankruptcy with my
entire being, to feel its self-loathing humiliation course through
my veins, to sense the horror and pain griping the tissues of my
arms and legs, to be crucified by bankruptcy, to feel its last red
river flowing from my fingers ... Ahhh, Yes! ) ... and
by eleven, the pavement's dry's a bone!