And I went to talk to them about certain of the great tragedies of Western art. I wanted to see how they would seize the bare bones of certain stories, if they came in as a news item at the news desk on a Saturday afternoon.
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.
"The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse."