- 141 - LONDON That basement room remains a true place in my chronology. Cold and bare, it held a real turbulence in check, for growth that could be almost measured with the seasons. Of the two friends who, at different times, shared it, one became withdrawn for twenty years and paid the price for marriage and a job, both without the prospect of passion's compensations. The other trained himself "for a great career11 along a single track, taught me how to blaze away despite my inner knots: I've kept that vision going twenty years, smudged in all my mixed-up roles but never quite subdued to time and circumstance, Sometimes I think I'm still in that basement room, a permanent and proud metaphor of struggle