Oh, yeah, I remember everything Henry wrote. My favorite is in Quiet Days in Clichy, when he's at Elaine's for dinner, and he describes the madness of her kids and the space, and she sets the table, and he writes, "...the spoons were worn from too much washing." I don't know why, but fuck all - that is so intensely beautiful...that whole moment - god, that whole book! It's always a joy to meet another fan of HM's. Happy New Year!