I've tried it long ago, with hashish and peyote. Fascinating, yes, but no good, no. This, as we find in alcohol, is an escape from awareness, a cheat, a momentary substitution, and in the end a destruction of it.

We are the ghosts of the singing furies .

I'm not in the least Southern; I'm entirely New England.

For in this walk, this voyage, it is yourself, the profound history of your 'self,' that now as always you encounter.

MUSIC I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate, All that was once so beautiful is dead. Your hands once touched this table and this silver,And I have seen your fingers hold this glass. These things do not remember you, beloved: And yet your touch upon them will not pass. For it was in my heart you moved among them,And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes.And in my heart they will remember always: They knew you once, O beautiful and wise!

I'm afraid I wasn't much of a student, but my casual reading was enormous.

I think there's an enormous lot of talent around, and somewhere amongst these I'm sure that something will emerge, given time.