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I Saw How Greatly He Suffered The Requirement Of Being Clever. It Separated Him From His Soul, And It Didn't Get Him Anything Other Than A Living

Of Course, You Would Have To Be Insane To Hope Your Child Grows Up To Be A Playwright Or Poet. Given The Odds, You Would Have To Be Quite Cavalier About Your Children's Future.

The Shelf Was Filled With Books That Were Hard To Read, That Could Devastate And Remake One's Soul, And That, When They Were Finished, Had A Kick Like A Mule.

He Felt As If He Were Paying For The Privilege Of Music With Portions Of His Life And Body. But It Was Well Worth It.

In Daily Life Language Is Important, If Not In Itself, Then As A Symptom.