Standing on the shoulders of giants, I realize that sleep is for the weak, evil is for the overlords, and empty orchestras are for the selfish conductors, but I continue to flourish in immortal youth, unhurt amid the war of elements, the wreck of matter and the crush of worlds.
"Eccentricity is not, as some would believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd."
-Edith Sitwell
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