Both of us had been close to Joel, and at Joel's death my friend had gone to the wake and the memorial service and more recently he had visited Joel's grave, there at the back of the grassy cemetery among the trees, "a quiet, gentle place," he said, "befitting Joel." And I said, "What's the point of going to look at graves?" I went into one of my celebrated tirades. "People go to look at the grave of Keats or Hart Crane, they go traveling just to do it, and what a waste of time. What do they find there? Hell, I wouldn't go look at the grave of Shakespeare if it was just down the street. I wouldn't look at--" And I stopped. I was about to say the grave of God until I realized I'm looking at it all the time. . . .
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