81.  A few weeks later I laid aside my steak knife for good.

82.  A few weeks later I was fired from my job at Hunter College.

83.  A few years ago he punched me and knocked my front teeth out.

84.  A few years ago my friend Tim Hult and I spent one steamy-hot and jet-lagged afternoon wandering aimlessly around Bangkok.

85.  A few years later I had my first sip of Fra Angelica liqueur, which is made from roasted hazelnuts.

86.  A fire had begun to spread in me.

87.  A flock of sandpipers running at the edge of the waves lures me from the point.

88.  A form of meditation, I suppose, at the end of which you have either reached nirvana or are completely mad.

89.  A formidable opponent, I suspect.