Dear Mr. Crowe, Is it essentially a difficult kind of perspective, to portray the gloomfilled and sadly haunted labyrinths in the mind of a brilliant yet paranoidly schizophrenic personality, such as the type Mr. Nash had exhibited during his, for lack of a better phrase, lost years? Or perhaps I'm missing the point entirely.
Just wish I had seen this post as well as some more around here about a year or so ago and not a couple of months ago. Would have been better. cy around!
