All the women of this fevered night, all that I had danced with, all whom I had kindled or who have kindled me, all whom I had courted, all who had clung to me with longing, all whom I had followed with enraptured eyes were melted together and had become one, the one whom I held in my arms.
I don't like to go trampling on other people's sounds. That's really about it - I don't gravitate towards it, I try to move away from it.