Echoing Mr Adams.

I've come to the tentative conclusion that the best definition of success in this fitful fever called life is when you stop playing Marvin and start being Marvin.

Would you like me to fall apart where I'm standing, or should I go and rust away quietly in the corner?

Quite.

This is some way removed from my normal taste in music, and yet there's something oddly compelling about it. That's why I've listened to it twice.