And In Fact, I Think

The Devil Isn't Made By What Mommy Says Or What Daddy Says. The Devil Is There.

My Actual Childhood, As Opposed To My Adolescence, Was Not Spent In London.

What The Eye Does Not See, The Heart Does Not Grieve Over, Does It?

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.

It's An Extraordinary Thing About Mozart Is That You Never Tire Of Him... He Never Bores Me, And He Doesn't... Not Only Bore Me, That's Too Strong A Word.