He Lost Himself In A Maze Of

The Beast Was Harmless And Horrible; And The News Must Reach The Others As Soon As Possible.

I'm Scared Of Him," Said Piggy, "and That's Why I Know Him. If You're Scared Of Someone You Hate Him But You Can't Stop Thinking About Him. You Kid Yourself He's All Right Really, An' Then When You See Him Again; It's Like Asthma An' You Can't Breathe.

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.

My Father Was Very Musical, And Music Plays Quite A Large Part In My Life.

What Are We? Humans? Or Animals? Or Savages?