In an age of incompetence, I've been able to last in this crazy business. I actually know how to play my ax and write a song. That's my job.
My heart burnt within me with indignation and grief; we could think of nothing else. All night long we had only snatches of sleep, waking up perpetually to the sense of a great shock and grief. Every one is feeling the same. I never knew so universal a feeling.

