“Don’t forget for one moment that I am anything but unslaked, consuming. I am. I burn. But I hold myself. Don’t think I am a dead one because I am a darn nice, meritorious boy at college. I am young. I am alive. I am all lusty and husky. But I make no mistake. I hold myself. I don’t start out now to blow up on the first lap. I am just getting ready. I am going to have my time. I am not going to spill my cup in haste. And in the end I am not going to lament as Diego Valdez did:

“‘There walks no wind ‘neath heaven Nor wave that shall restore The old careening riot And the clamorous, crowded shore — The fountain in the desert, The cistern in the waste, The bread we ate in secret, The cup we spilled in haste.’

“Listen, guardians! Do