“I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.”
-- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
◢ With neurosis in profusion, and psychosis in your soul, eliminate confusion and hide inside a brand new role ◣ You can never turn around. Don't go down to Fannin Street. When I was young I thought only of getting out; I said goodbye to my street, goodbye to my house. ◢ Who wants to wallow in champagne? I don't! Who wants a supersonic plane? I don't! Who wants a private landing field too? I don't! And I don't 'cause all I want is you.
◣Oh, I'll settle down with some old story about a boy who's just like me, thought there was love in everything and everyone you're so naive! After a while they always get it, they always reach a sorry end. ◢ But while I'm tearing at the seams I'll apologize to anything; I'm sorry, I'm selfish. I'm sorry, I behave this way. I'm sorry, couldn't help it. I'm sorry that you lost your faith in me. ◣ I hate his wicked grin, but we're brothers to the end. He will break your heart but I'll do my best to stop him. He's ticking like a bomb. I adore you but he forks his tongue.
doing what is good without bias for or against order;
combines a good heart with a free spirit;
reliable and honorable without being a zealot;
represents methodical, intentional, and frequently sucessful evil;
represents pure evil without honor and without variation;
destruction not only of beauty and life but also of the order on which beauty and life depend.
"the free spirit"