On May 25, 4:09 am, Peter Wieck wrote:
It appears that all along I had been taking Mr. Jute for a healthy
(if
perverse and peculiar) individual who was given to a rich fantasy
life
to fill his otherwise dull existence. While this may be so in
general,
there is a much more direct explanation for is behavior that forgives
all his poses, fantasies, lies and charlatanism. He is, with great
specificity, not of sound mine. By his own words to Henry Pasternack
some time past:

: Henry:
:
: Now that youve come to your senses, I wish you luck. Things can
only
improve. Look on the bright side: the experience will eventually
strengthen you. Ive been there. In my late twenties after a couple of
strokes brought on either by the stress of my job in advertising or a
blood clot left over after a racing incident, I was totally
unemployable, a physical and mental cripple (possibly in a worse
state
than the plucky and entertaining Al Marcy), a condition that
coincided
with me being made a stateless refugee because of my political
activities. Without pretending that I can ever know how you feltin
retrospect it is clear that friends and near-strangers looked after
me
by giving me consulting jobs I could handle in the hour a day I could
concentrate so that I was never hungry and my confidence didnt suffer
too badlyit was still an uncomfortably sobering experience. The main
thing is not to let it embitter you, or slow down your future.
:
: Music is great solaceplaying through my collection of Gregorian
Chant at the momentand one of my great regrets is that I never
learned to play any instrument properly: it is a mistake, learned too
late, to discard activitities one cannot execute to the highest
standard. When you give your public debut on the piano, let us know
so
we can send congratulatory telegrams to the dressing room.
:
: Good luck.
:
: Andre

Brain damage is a subtle thing. It explains why Mr. Jute does not
drive. Why he does not show his face in his photos, and when he does
show himself it is on 20-30 year-old vanity shots from his publisher.
It would explain his poor hearing and the results therefrom. It also
explains his peculiar behavior such that the joke: "Get his
medication(s) adjusted" is no joke at all. It explains his apparent
bi-
polar behavior, his need for primacy and the compensations he builds
into his life to get them, and his inordinate pride in the smallest
accomplishments such as boiling water for spaghetti and braising a
couple of chicken-breasts, as well as actually being able to ride a
bicycle. It also explains why it is that he does not drive... a very
simple thing, but imagine if that were taken from you by force-of-
accident.

I don't mind exchanging invective and vituperation with a whole
individual and/or one who chooses his/her benighted condition
deliberately. But I draw the line at kicking cripples.

My apologies, again. From here and ever after, Mr. Jute, if I engage
with you it will be on the specific merits at hand and not your
general manner and the consequences of your handicap as you cannot
help it.

Peter Wieck
Wyncote, PA

You apparently have this problem with EVERYBODY. So far I can see you
are off yours. WHOEVER YOU ARE.