They're Not Just Dreams. Not Anymore, I

Then The Bow Orchestra Began To Play An Apocalyptically Beautiful Canon, One Of Those Pieces In Which, Surely, The Composer Simply Transcribed What Was Given, And Trembled In Awe Of The Hand That Was Guiding Him.

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.

World War Ii Is The War That Made Our World. There's No Question About That. The History Of All The Years In Which I Will Spend My Life, Every Single One, That Is The Seminal Event Of The History That We Will Experience.

He Could Say Nothing. He Had No Right To Be There, He Had Already Been Profoundly Changed, He Was No Good At Small Talk, She Was Half Naked, It Was Dawn And He Loved Her.

I've Imagined Great Victories, And I've Imagined Great Races. The Races Are Better.