Kill Your Darlings

before imitation.

Reports from the front say the Nazis

are wheeling up fresh

materiel and reserves.

Shut the books.

We're taking my brother

with us to the social.

He ships out tomorrow.

I can't. You see how much I have to do.

He's Navy. It's catnip for the skins.

You hymies are really

all about work, huh?

Brahms?

Finally.

An oasis in this wasteland.

So how come you're not at the social?

Only the most antisocial have to

go to an event actually called one.

- Libation?

- What, you drink in your room?

How does a horrible

bottle of Chianti sound?

I don't drink.

Freshman?

- Yes.

- Excellent. I love first times.

I want my entire life

to be composed of them.

Life is only interesting

if life is wide.

To Walt Whitman.

You dirty bastard.

How's your Yeats?

Have you read A Vision?

Never heard of it.

It's completely brilliant.

And impossible.

He says that life is round.

That we're stuck on this

wheel of living and dying.

An endless circle.

Until

someone breaks it.

You walked in here. You

ruptured the pattern.

- Bang. The whole world gets wider.

- Gets wider.

- How did you...

- it's consonance.

A reiteration of themes.

Are you a writer?

'Cause I've got a job for a writer.

No, I'm not.

Well, you're not anything yet.

Ginsberg.

Isn't that you?

- Ginsberg! What?

Phone call.

I'll be back.

Thank you.

- Hello.

- I found the wires.

He's trying to get inside my head.

Dad is not trying to get

inside your head, okay?

Put him on.

He's not here. He left.

Where'd he go?

Honey, I need you to come home now.

Mom, I can't come home.

Listen to me.

You have to look after yourself

I don't feel good.

- Are you going to the dance?

- Downtown.

- Now?

- Who are you talking to?

- No one.

- Is he there with you?

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