Doctrinal prejudices shut you off from the joy of untrammelled thinking, moral prejudices from the joy of untrammelled living.

A more pressing struggle is the one Crystal Castles have to contend with each night: feral fanboys who use Glass' aggressiveness as an excuse to get handsy. They usually get a mic stand to the head, says Glass, with a shrug …

They were to be the best of friends from that day on.

It was a mosquitoless day, and very cold; a heavy sea still broke against the shore; ever and anon the sun shone, but masses of cloud kept drifting over the sky.