Shut your eyes and see.
Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.
That ideal reader suffering from an ideal insomnia.
I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.