And Broadway? Because … my heart, my soul, my body speak music. My mind speaks music like a language—swells and syllables and sentiments that are entirely nonliteral, purely emotional—and unhindered by rules. In fact, special interests do present us with the power to articulate an emotional vocabulary we often lack—à la expressing anguish by saying, “It was like Snape seeing himself with Lily in the Mirror of Erised.” I actually did that in a major talk and the entire audience filled with heartbroken faces and a resounding, compassionate, “Awwww. …”
