From Orpheus Alan Lee’s Journal
First of all, what I want is clarity. A way of life that makes sense to me, that brings me satisfaction. I don’t want to half-ass my way through life and content myself with mediocrity. In all honesty, I would rather pierce myself with thick bamboo shoots each morning or stick a tack in my eye.
Okay, maybe not, but this is a time for hyperbole, okay?
The day has finally come when my book collection cannot fit in the house. All five bookshelves were eaten alive in my bedroom, so they insidiously migrated there way into my mother’s. She wasn’t too happy. In fact, she called it the “plague of the mind.