That Bridge was too much for me. I have engaged in silence exile and cunning. I flew too near the sun and my wax wings fell off I am looking for my Old Man whom I never knew. I am looking for the Lost Leader with whom I flew. Young men should be explorers.
Home is where one starts from.
But Mother never told me there'd be scenes like this. I rest I have travelled. I have seen goof city. I have seen the mass mess. I have heard Kid Ory cry.