Art Is Partly Communication, But Only Partly.

Simon Became Inarticulate In His Effort To Express Mankind's Essential Illness.

Couldn't A Fire Outrun A Galloping Horse?

Worse Than Madness. Sanity.

I've Come Across A Novel Called The Palm-wine Drinkard, By The Nigerian Writer Amos Tutuola, That Is Really Remarkable Because It Is A Kind Of Fantasy Of West African Mythology All Told In West African English Which, Of Course, Is Not The Same As Standard English.

We're All Mad, The Whole Damned Race. We're Wrapped In Illusions, Delusions, Confusions About The Penetrability Of Partitions, We're All Mad And In Solitary Confinement.