When some other kids and I went to meet the writer - actor - restaurateur in the summer of '77, it occurred to me that he kind of didn't mind some company because - it was probably one of those times when - a person who leads a busy life in Carmel, California, with social events and atmospheres and all, and he's writing a novel but hasn't got it finished, says to himself, "I'm going to take a break, stay in our family's cabin in the Black Hills for a little bit, and finish writing my book. I can concentrate there; I'll be alone there; no distractions."
So he goes; he types; he smokes cigarettes.
At some point, however, he starts to feel like: "All this alone-time. I miss socializing."
Right?
We want something. Then we have it. Then pretty soon we want the thing we had before. Some conversation; some dancing; blah-blah-blah.
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