Dear Nick,

Right now. anytime this Saturday would seem a good time for you to come, but for whatever reason, I'm reluctant to look into what seems like a distant future. Please telephone when you are ready to leave your apartment. If I'm (still) here, it's most likely that I would, as always, welcome your visit. But if the telephone isn't answered, you must infer that I've gone away.

Thank you for attaching "Truth Caucus" to your e-mail. I read your essay in its entirety.  When I write that I was much impressed, please do not misunderstand. I'm not trying to flatter. Interpret my statement at face value. What much impressed me was the remoteness of my own experience, feeling as I do that I am living in an insane asylum run by the inmates. "Truth Caucus", if I underatand correctly, is not a map that shows a possible path to a non-existent exit, but a recipe for table manners which would make the crazies look like an assemblage of thoughtful, sensitive, intelligent and trustworthy individuals.

I'm not capable of existence in the real world. I can survive only in a Disney Land of my own design.

EJM