I've no gift of language, but I'm sure of what I mean: We most of us seem to live according to circumstance, But with people like him, there's something inside them That accounts for what happens to them. You get a feeling of it.

Harry has crossed the frontier Beyond which safety and danger have a different meaning. And he cannot return. That is his privilege.

He is every bit as sane as you or I, He sees the world as clearly as you or I see it, It is only that he has seen a great deal more than that.

Accident is design And design is accident In a cloud of unknowing.