Saturday, April 9, 2016

Once when I was in Elaine de Kooning's studio on Broadway, at a time when the metal sculptor Herbert Ferber occupied the studio immediately above, there came through the floor a most horrible crashing and banging. "What in the world is that?" I asked, and Elaine said, "Oh, that's Herbert thinking." (Donald Barthelme, "Not-Knowing," in Not-Knowing: The Essays and Interviews of Donald Barthelme, p. 23)

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