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I started my sketchbook with this quote by Guy Wetmore Carryl:


"The brazen voice of the island begins to beat upon the ear of drums like the pulse of fever, the leaping horses and the flying cars are metamorphosed into the agile demons of delirium, and through the doorways of endless concert halls and drinking places one gets glimpses of faces that follow and haunt like the unspeakable phantoms of a dream"