Our world was brutal, immoral, smug and conventional. We had unbounded contempt for all those who did not sin as we sinned.
Jim TullyThe imaginative young vagabond quickly loses the social instincts that help to make life bearable for other men. Always he hears voices calling in the night from far-away places where blue waters lap strange shores. He hears birds singing and crickets chirping a luring roundelay. He sees the moon, yellow ghost of a dead planet, haunting the earth.
Jim Tully