Sad son,
Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one centre of pain. Prosperity, pleasure and success, may be rough of grain and common in fibre, but sorrow is the most sensitive of all created things. There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does not vibrate in terrible and exquisite pulsation. So, YEARS OF REFUSAL is DE PROFUNDIS of pop music. There is no other LP in this century comparable to greatnes of the YEARS OF REFUSAL. And, be sure son, I'm OK by myself.
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