Mario Cacciatore was fourteen when he made his bones.

For if they touch one another, and so do not leave airholes and admit draughts of air to blow between them, they get heated and soon begin to rot.

According to him, the sense impressions are to be consciously discriminated psychologically, as agreeable or disagreeable or neither, and then the resultant attitudes of loathsomeness or unloathsomeness towards them are to be discarded […]

And for the first few songs, he was encouragingly, overcompensatingly manic, his good leg pumping, talking up the greatness in store.