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You Never Quite Know What's Going To Strike Your Imagination, Or Something That Won't Going To Leave You Alone, Not Going To Leave Alone, And This Was One For Me.

Worship Isn't Destructive, Martin. I Know That. I Don't. I Only Know It's The Core Of His Life. What Else Has He Got? He Can Hardly Read. He Knows No Physics Or Engineering To Make To World Real For Him. No Paintings To Show Him How Others Have Enjoyed It. No Music Except Television Jingles. No History Except Tales From A Desperate Mother. No Friends. Not One Kid To Give Him A Joke, Or Make Him Know Himself More Moderately. He's A Modern Citizen For Whom Society Doesn't Exist.

I Think Plays, Like Books, Are Endemic. They Grow Out Of The Soil Of The Writer And The Place He's Writing About. I Think, You Just Can't Move Them About, You Know.

What Was Evident Was That Mozart Was Simply Transcribing Music Completely Finished In His Head. And Finished As Most Music Is Never Finished. Displace One Note And There Would Be Diminishment. Displace One Phrase And Structure Would Fall. I Was Staring Through The Cage Of Those Meticulous Ink Strokes At Absolute Beauty.

Librarians As A Race Tend To Be Tedious.