Archives for January 2, 2006

The new, easy-going me is only just starting to grapple with the monstrous pile of snail mail that accumulated between the time I went into the hospital and last Friday, when I returned to New York. My guess is that it will take me most of the week to get caught up in a sane manner rather than a crazy one, so don’t expect too many postings from me until next Monday.

Just in case you’re wondering, I feel terrific. I’ve already started taking daily walks around the Central Park reservoir (about which more later) and have lost a great deal of weight. It’s a start!

Later.

“Up till now I had relied as an actor on my small store of sophistication and assurance, and had got nowhere. Only now when I was making use of the most vulnerable and naked aspects of myself had I come up with something of real value. I began to see that notwithstanding its occasional triumphs, its conspicuously public success, there was at the heart of an actor’s life an aspect of public confession, something perplexed and even grieving.”

Michael Blakemore, Arguments with England: A Memoir (courtesy of Chris Hartman)