When I was about 13 or 14 I had an English teacher who made a deal with me that I could get out of doing all of the year's regular work if I would write a short story a week and on Friday read it to the class.
But in a 24-hour day the 25th hour is also the impossible hour an hour that doesn't exist that can only be created by the imagination.
I'm just not a natural teacher.
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I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination...
I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with...
