I acknowledge and regret that I used passages from your book.
Alexander Theroux, in a letter to Gail Levin
Alexander Theroux: How do you do it?
Pilfer, that is, then bull your way through it
Unblushing, seeming even to enjoy
Your infamy as literature’s bad boy.
Don’t any of the sneers get through to you? It
Must act, in fact, as a drug. You have to do it,
Helplessly recidivist. You may rue it
Even as the camera catches coy
Alexander Theroux.
With his hand in the till again. But you do it.
The impulse controls you; you cannot subdue it.
Well, here’s new pleasure that cannot cloy:
A confessional poem! Just sign your name to it:
Alexander Theroux.
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