The sixties were a distinct time, a trip. I looked around and I saw a lot of intimidating voices out there, but I never had to think about pleasing them. I had editors who let me write what I wanted to write, and I worked hard at it. It was no free ride, but it was a very exciting, intoxicating time for me. But it took me a while to realize that it’s not gonna come back. Not in my lifetime, not in anyone else’s.
Tranquilo Hunter, serás vengado.
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