13 September

    Miss Mandible s to make love to me but sates because I am officially a co to to tion  I  quite managed to get cleared up yet. I am in fact ty-five, Ive been in t one, I e places, my voice is a baritone, I knoo do h Miss Mandible if she ever makes up her mind.

    In time udying common fractions. I could, of course, ansions, or at least most of t remember). But I prefer to sit in too-small seat op cramping my ty-to t t, is divided betoday, Sue Ann; altions. Strangely neito see any incongruity in my presence here.

    15 September

    ext, o conceal my clandestine journal-keeping, accomplision book. Every day I must  until Geograpo put douation and my felloing at otimes and it does not eacicks close to t of t, o kno, I  from certain desultory conversations on ts cars, a veteran consumer of Road amp; track. tinual roaring sounds e from his desk; he is reproducing a record album called Sounds of Sebring.

    19 September

    Only I, at times (only at times), understand t someake  I am in a place  may be t Miss Mandible also kno some level, but for reasons not fully understood by me s assigned to ted to protest, tupidest principal could ; but I o believe it e, t I rayed again.

    No seems to make little difference. teresting as my former life-role, er for t Nortion ime amid tion: rumpled fenders, roofless sted en years of tendency to see t junkyard, looking at a man and seeing only entially) mangled parts, entering a o trace table fire. t