Nobody Speaks The Truth When

Almost Everyone Admits To Hunger During The Opera.... Hunger Is So Exalting That During A Last Act You Practically Levitate.

Style Is The Thing That's Always A Bit Phony, And At The Same Time You Cannot Write Without Style.

Fate Is Not An Eagle, It Creeps Like A Rat.

Don't You Understand That All Language Is Dead Currency? How They Keep On Playing Shop With It All The Same.

People In Love, In Whom Every Sense Is Open, Cannot Beat Off The Influence Of A Place.