To the east, the night grew a faggot of luminous grey, then seashell opalescence that dimmed the stars. There came the long, bell-tolling movement of dawn striking across a broken horizon.

He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man. —Samuel Johnson

Through writing, through that process, they realize that they become more intelligent, and more honest and more imaginative than they can be in any other part of their life.

I can turn on some jazz guitarist, and he won&#39;t do a thing for me, if he&#39;s not playing electrically. But Jeff Beck&#39;s great to listen to.

Written By Ritchie Blackmore

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