Christ, did you see the streets? There were thousands of them! How do you choose just one? One woman, one house, one piece of land to call your own, one landscape to look at, one way to die. But if that keyboard is infinite there's no music you can play.
But you get me up on that gangway and roll out a keyboard with millions of keys, and that's the truth, there's no end to them, that keyboard is infinite. And on those 88 keys the music that you can make is infinite. You know there are 88 of them and no-one can tell you differently. What I couldn't see was where all that came to an end. In all that sprawling city, there was everything except an end. Can you understand that? What I didn't see. It wasn't what I saw that stopped me, Max. I cut quite a figure and I had no doubts about getting off. The end! Please, could you show me where it ends? It was all very fine on that gangway and I was grand, too, in my overcoat.
