"That’s sweet of you, but it’s just not like that," he said, sadly. "It’s hard to explain, but ... I have to have the Work. And it has to be big, bigger than myself, because the way I do my Work is with something that’s too big. It’s me all right, it’s very much part of me, but it’s not something I’m in command of, and I don’t control it. It’s like a force, a compulsion, that tears at things, and shreds them, and chops them up, and comprehends them, and I don’t control it, and I never have. I can’t. You understand?"