So I shouldn't still be up, but what can you do. Thoroughly in love--in love with this Clarence Cooper novel I'm reading, The Dark Messenger, about a Negro newspaper. I don't know: it's just so vibrant, raw, polemical but real. Exactly the sort of Trojan Horse fiction I could only dream of writing. My work is too unsubtle. But as Stanislavsky said to Danny Kaye, "You must suffer."