‘I tried to discover the voice of some of the Ancients,’ I said, suddenly shy. ‘You succeeded brilliantly.’ ‘The Heaven’s Gate Interlude is still rough,’ I said. ‘It’s perfect.’ ‘It’s about loneliness,’ I said. ‘It is loneliness.’ ‘Do you think it’s ready?’ I asked. ‘It’s perfect . . . a masterpiece.’ ‘Do you think it’ll sell?’ I asked. ‘No fucking way.’
