the last book I ever read (Tennessee Williams: Mad Pilgrimage of the Flesh, excerpt thirteen)

from Tennessee Williams: Mad Pilgrimage of the Flesh: A Biography by John Lahr:

Williams’s increasing difficulty with Carroll as a travel companion added to his depression. In Bangkok, Carroll not only insisted on having his own room; he wanted it to be in a different hotel. “I said: ‘You find me intolerable.’ He said: ‘I find you repulsive.’—And I said, going into my Blanche bit, ‘Not as repulsive as you’ll be a year from now.’” By the time they arrived in Positano at the end of May 1973, the skirmishing had escalated into something like outright war. One night, over dinner, Carroll “was talking persistently about a wish to kill himself,” Williams wrote to St. Just. “I finally got fed up and said, ‘Oh, you mustn’t do that, it would please too many people!”