I am working very hard. Like the devil, in
fact. I think you will be pleased. Am I too
imaginative for you? I think not. I do not think
you possess half my forethoughts and powers
of foreseeing. Though I see nothing but cloudy
and vague uncertainty in the foreground of our
being, yet I discern a very bright light a good
way further on. Immutable truths, intrinsic
beauty, symmetry and logical completeness.
A new and powerful language. That brain of
mine is something more than mortal, as time
will show. The devil's in it if I've not sucked
out some of the life-blood from the mysteries of
the universe. Elaborate and scientific music.