They were beautiful nothings
I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.
There's a light somewhere. It may not be much light but it beats the darkness.
That's what friendship means: sharing the prejudice of experience.
I was beaten down long ago in some alley in another world.
That the young rich smell the stink of the poor and learn to find it a bit amusing. They had to laugh, otherwise it would be too terrifying.