“I love to speak with Leonard, he’s a sportsman and a shepherd, he’s a lazy bastard living in a suit, but he does say what I tell him, even though it isn’t welcome, he just doesn't have the freedom to refuse, he will speak these words of wisdom, like a sage, a man of vision, though he knows he’s really nothing but the brief elaboration of a tube (…) He wants to write a love song, an anthem of forgiving, a manual for living with defeat, a cry above the suffering, a sacrifice recovering, but that isn’t what I need him to complete, I want him to be certain that he doesn’t have a burden, that he doesn’t need a vision, that he only has permission to do my instant bidding, which is to say what I have told him to repeat”