All I Ever Wanted Was

What Use, After All, Is Man, If Not To Teach God His Lessons?

All Reined Up In Old Language And Old Assumptions, Straining To Jump Clean-hoofed On To A Whole New Track Of Being I Only Suspect Is There. I Can't See It, Because My Educated, Average Head Is Being Held At The Wrong Angle. I Can't Jump Because The Bit Forbids It, And My Own Basic Force - My Horsepower, If You Like - Is Too Little.

Passion, You See, Can Be Destroyed By A Doctor. It Cannot Be Created.

The Best Of Mozart's Works Cannot Be Even Slightly Rewritten Without Diminishment.

I Think I Did Have Fantasies About Being An Actor. In Fact, I Know I Did.