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My ambition remains my contact with the world, and perhaps it is not all bad—I would certainly prefer to be a genius than a saint. That is why Bob{{LJ:Lindner}} is right about the petty Hitler in me. I have to do it all, all by myself only with Adele{{LJ:Adele}} and Bob and Dan{{LJ:Wolf}} (and Malaquais{{LJ:Malaquais}} and Devlin){{LJ:Devlin}} if only they could come around, can I see a collaboration of love. With the others, I am competitive. Every bit of evidence I see, as in television, of hipsterism makes me worry, “My God, somebody may do it before I do it.” No fear of me becoming a saint.