I'll Not Be Changing, But America Will.

I Think, You're Not Blagging Me On This Ridiculous Journey, With This Bit Of Paper. I Think If You Want To Change Things, It's Not With An X On A Piece Of Paper, It's With An X On Someone's Forehead.

As A Person I'm A Little More Doubtful, Introspective And Analytical.

My Mate Karl Once Told Me He’d Been Looking After This Five-year-old Boy Who – Not Knowing Enough To Have An Ironic Inflection To His Words – Said, ‘i Want Something.’ He Didn’t Know What It Was. Not ‘i Want Sweets’, Or ‘a Can Of Coke’, Or ‘to Watch The Tweenies’, Or Whatever It Is They’re Into Now (i Like Bagpuss), But ‘i Want Something.’ All Of Us, I Think, Have That Feeling. And What Heroin Does When You First Start Taking It Is Tell You What That Something Is.

I Regret That I Didn’t Realize That Actually They’ve Got No Power Over You At School — It’s All Just A Trick To Indoctrinate You Into Being A Conditioned, Tame, Placid Citizen. Rebel, Children, I Urge You, Fight The Turgid Slick Of Conformity With Which They Seek To Smother Your Glory.

Even In Name, He Seems Like A Victorian Oddity. "igor, Fetch 'the Crouch' From The Catacombs, We're Going To The Graveyard".