Page 112 - Here you have revealed an amazing truth: that imaginative speech is grounded in love. Wow. How else can you explain my two hours of sleep last night--trading in bedcovers for blogging on and on about Gonzo? Only one explanation--that I have fallen madly in love with the conversations inside this book--and especially with the ones going on inside my head right now. I'm whirling. So many new ideas that all come from familiar places. New meets old. Head meets heart.

Okay, so now I've traded in my depression from chapter 2 for a dizzy feeling--downright close to nausea. Like the first drag off a cigarette when you haven't smoked for two months. Feels good, feels gross all at once.

Thanks (I think).