"In those days everything made sense to me. Nietzsche, Coltrane, Dostoyevsky and Godard were all part of a grand synthesis I was forging in my mind, and which I gave up as nonsense several years later, realizing that I had mistaken the arbitrary growth of my personal taste for a consistent world-view. Nevertheless, for a long time I tried to make everything connect. I actually believed that my tastes constituted a defendable system which, once traced to a common root, would function for everyone, like atomic theory."
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