"I must renounce this chamber of horrors in my mind for I believe, beneath my feet, lay mortal bliss. What is more there is a prodigious gratitude few have known. Today I am as garrulous as a mockingbird, not partaking of sad and sorry explanations. I may have my head in the clouds but, oh, the wonder of it besieged by these phantasms, this delusional and devilish apparatus that keeps me hunting."