Wheresoe’er I turn my view,
All is strange, yet nothing new;
Endless labour all along,
Endless labour to be wrong;
Phrase that Time has flung away,
Uncouth words in disarray:
Trickt in antique ruff and bonnet,
Ode and elegy and sonnet.
“If you’re worshiping things, it means you’re not really leading a full life. It’s healthy to admire; all of my musical growth has come out of admiration. But to worship, that’s taking it too far. You’ve got to get yourself together if you do that.”