I'm Going Mad, I Told

Nothing That Can Be, Can Come Between Me And The Full Prospect Of My Hopes.

Dying In Unfamiliar Surroundings Miles Away From Home, It Cannot Possibly Be Good. There Is A Great Sadness About That I Think.

The World Should Take Note: Not Everything Is Getting Worse.

Scientists Do Stand On The Shoulders Of Giants, Just As Do Writers. Conversely, In The Arts We Do Make Discoveries. We Do Refine Our Tools. So I Am Arguing With, Or At Least Playing With, The Idea That Art Never Improves.

I Don't Really Believe In Evil At All.