What Are We? Humans? Or Animals? Or

My Father Was Very Musical, And Music Plays Quite A Large Part In My Life.

We're All Mad, The Whole Damned Race. We're Wrapped In Illusions, Delusions, Confusions About The Penetrability Of Partitions, We're All Mad And In Solitary Confinement.

Worse Than Madness. Sanity.

Ralph... Would Treat The Day's Decisions As Though He Were Playing Chess. The Only Trouble Was That He Would Never Be A Very Good Chess Player.

How Can You Expect To Be Rescued If You Don’t Put First Things First And Act Proper?