A convert’s but a fly, that turns about,
After his head’s pull’d off, to find it out.
A convert’s but a fly, that turns about,
After his head’s pull’d off, to find it out.
“Everything about me is a contradiction, and so is everything about everybody else. We are made out of oppositions; we live between two poles. There’s a philistine and an aesthete in all of us, and a murderer and a saint. You don’t reconcile the poles. You just recognize them.”
Orson Welles