True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?
To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?
All day long he was docile, intelligent, good, Though sometimes changing to a darker mood. He seemed hypocritical, could tell better lies, in the dark he saw dots of colors behind closed eyes, clenched fists, put his tongue out at his elder brother.
