In the end nature is inexorable: it has no reason to hurry and sooner or later it takes what belongs to it. Unconsciously and inflexibly obedient to its own laws it doesn't know art just as it doesn't know freedom just as it doesn't know goodness.
I didn't wake up one morning and not be in the Replacements. We're all that forever and I've just grown older. I mean I haven't lost anything. I've gained a few things.
