You are a human animal.

You are a very special breed.

Or you are the only animal.

Who can think, who can reason, who can read.

Hello and welcome to Bookworm.

Today my guest is Ellen Schwam Brodke.

She is here representing one of my very favorite writers

and a person who was a dear, although brief friend, Harold Brodke.

His journal, This Wild Darkness, The Story of My Death, was recently

published by Metropolitan Books. Ellen Brodke lived with Harold for 17 years and has been serving

most recently as the editor of his posthumous work.

Now, listeners who have been hearing bookworm for many years

heard these words on December 27, 91,

they were the end of my second interview with Harold Brodke.

I wanted to ask you a final question.

He's not an innocence.

This is a dangerous one.

It seemed to me, you know, after my, God knows how many a reading of the opening

passages of the Runway Soul, that between the body imagining a mind and a mind imagining

a body, the enormous amounts of mutual interprojection that go on in the book,

that what is between them is the runaway soul.

I wanted to ask about your title.

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