“It seems to me I am trying to tell you a

dream–making a vain attempt, because no

relation of a dream can convey the dream-

sensation, that commingling of absurdity,

surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of

struggling revolt, that notion of being

captured by the incredible which is of the

very essence of dreams…No, it is impossible;

it is impossible to convey the life-sensation

of any given epoch of one’s existence–that

which makes its truth, its meaning–its subtle

and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We

live, as we dream-alone.” – Joseph Conrad