I spend most of the daylight hours here, sleeping, reading.  Sometimes I'll get it into my head to write some kind of magnum opus.  I'll write frantically, outlining vast epic schemes which soar upwards and outwards but then inevitably collapse under their own weight.  Nonetheless, I am sure I am a genius.  This is why I will not endure the company of ordinary men.  Their conversation irritates me and I suppose I must bore them.  Instead I rejoice in the company of history's great writers, poets and artists.  Most exalted though are the musicians, the composers.  Those who do not speak their minds literally and directly, but leave the most mysterious, abstract artifacts of their long dead souls.