As for me, I concern myself more with forming than with dissipating clouds, with suspending judgment rather than with judging.… I do not decide, I ask questions.3 … I let my mind rove wantonly, give it free rein to follow any idea, wise or mad, that may come uppermost; I chase it as do young libertines on the track of a courtesan whose face is windblown and smiling, whose eyes sparkle, and whose nose turns up.… My ideas are my trollops.4
