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The More Articulate Somebody Is, The More Suspicious I Am Of Them. I Like To Feel That The Important Things Remain Unsaid.

I Avoid Talking About The Way I Work. But In Avoiding It I Seem Only To Have Encouraged People To Focus Their Fantasies About Me In An Ever More Fantastical Way On The Details That Are Not At All At The Centre Of The Work.

I Don't Torture Myself. And I Do The Work Because Of The Pleasure Involved. I'm Satisfying A Compulsion I Find Nigh-on Irresistible. It's Not Necessarily Because Of The Work Itself. I Just Feel The Need For A Period Of Regeneration Afterwards. Like Leaving A Field Fallow When You've Grazed Too Much On It. I Feel Depleted.

At A Certain Age It Just Became Apparent To Me That This Was Probably The Work That I Would Have To Do.

I Suppose It's A Very Highly Developed Form Of Denial, But Some Part Of Me Completely Denies That I'm A Performer.