Yeah, except when he deci­ded that he was a solid recei­ver, then he star­ted wri­ting those damn pro­phe­tic books which I have gone through two, three times, and I can’t make any poe­try out of them what­soe­ver. I mean, I can make poe­try eve­ry once in a while, see it hap­pe­ning. But when Blake real­ly was sure that the angels were spea­king to him, they stop­ped spea­king.