Not that I regret saying what I believed to be the truth, but I regret anything that I might have written or spoken that could have been used in a way to help to foster that atmosphere out of which came the loss of life of Brother Malcolm.
On those long notes behind the trumpet solo, if anyone lets his mind wander for a minute he is dead.
Before I came here I was confused about this subject. Having listened to your lecture I am still confused. But on a higher level.