Of course, I am aware of the strange dichotomy between the last two Sundays' entries, which I might characterize as the Franciscan Spiritual Vs. the Gleeful Misogynist, or St. Francis totally in opposition to Poor Clare. It is madness, no doubt, but it is my madness, as well as that of not a few other men--Thoreau, Schopenhauer, Confucius, Lord Chesterfield, Nietzsche, off the top of my head. Probably, alas, in character, I most resemble Confucius. God damn. It's a curse. One has the whole damned cultural universe on one's head, the sense of duty to reform through prescription, the deep belief that classical music benefits the soul, the caustic severity with women.