My room in the pension at 4 rue du Conseil, Brussels, 1967
My room at 4 rue du Conseil, Brussels, 1966-67 On This Day from my journal and mail 16 March 1967, Thursday Dear Family, You risk a lot having me as a son: I think like a poet, write like a pessimist, speak like a prophet, take advice like the pope, pay my debts like the poor, date like a priest, and eat candy like a pig. Moreover, my brethren, be ye followers of me as I am of Menno Simons and I guarantee you a happy life. My letters probably give you a lop-sided view of me because my letter writing is for me a psychological recreation period. That is, when something is irking me, I take to pestering other people. So you miss all my composed, mature, pastoral moments. They slip by unused across the pages of a book or are absorbed by the keyboard of a piano or just simply vaporize in the solemnity of my celibate room. Nobody is around to reap my pleasantness, so I learn to stand content...