"Really, my artiste, you amaze me. The lengths you will go to in order to accomplish your own destruction. The redundancy of it! … How far you've come, to do it now, and what grotesque props... Playgrounds hung in space, castles hermetically sealed, the rarest rots of old Europa, dead men sealed in little boxes, magic out of China... But I suppose that is the way of an artiste, no? You needed this world built for you, this beach, this place. To die."