I'm honestly not sure what to say about this one. In middle school I played the clarinet in the school band -- and while I don't remember much from those years (that's far too many years back for my poor little memory to handle), I do remember practicing and playing The Phantom of the Opera …
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence - whether much that is glorious - whether all that is profound - does not spring from disease of thought - from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.
It's not that a pure person is directionless, it's that their minds are free.
To be great is to be misunderstood.
Humans were frightened of the spectacular and extraordinary, but they died from the mundane.
Should the title have given away just how terrible this book was going to be? Probably. Did I pay any attention whatsoever to that warning? Once again the words 'free book' come to bite me in the rear. I was pretty sure I hated it by page 5. By page 16, I was feeling actively …
I'd recommend fishing...it's a good way to waste time while feeling productive.