The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
Mod discotheque in London
Dancers at the opening night of Sybilla’s discotheque in Swallow Street, London, 22nd June 1966. Among the dancers are singer and manager John Gaydon, socialites Jane and Victoria Ormsby-Gore, daughters of Lord Harlech, Ingrid bett and Sybilla Edmonstone, after whom the club is named. The club is part-owned by George Harrison of The Beatles. Photo by John Downing (Daily Express)
I was somewhat disappointed later on when the counterculture developed the use of grass for party purposes rather than for study purposes. I always thought that was the wrong directions, that grass should be used for mindful attentiveness rather than for kicks. That’s silly.