A biography for Thomas Dukeshasn’t been written yet.
“Now I stand before houses seton our secret trail, the haunt of arrowheadsand lost Indians the color of small plums,rooms in which the new boys play, tamedby computers and a summer waste of games,where once, in these woods, we tasted wild fruit.”
“I walk the beach to smile at other peopleand their busy children, trying to findanother way to save the world.”