Snips

“There is for example no job market for sympathetic madness”

“I was telling Joan what little I could summon back of that, how I was the asshole who actually wrote the actual words, drunk one night when our love was leaving us; the words were meant to be an unspeakable message to you Devon, but you misunderstood and thought they were a poem — and that’s how, as if by accident, they became the text of the most notoriously unperformable opera in the world.”

D.M. Fraser: Ignorant Armies.