Just back from Sheridan Square cigar store, where a spacedout
young man was laying it on the line for unwary customers—the
man just ahead of me got, “Ten billion years older
than the oldest living maggot on earth.” My sentence was a
little lighter: “Take the garbage with you.” Walking up Seventh
Avenue and passing Tony Holland, who was looking very
well, staircase wit made me wish I’d said, “Baby, I am the garbage—”
—James Schuyler, Diary 113-14)
Little Bristling Soul 