Sondheim gave me a vocabulary for the self I wanted to be. He’s continued underscoring my life these many years. I look at this Everyman book and wonder at these lyrics, such a part of my life since I first heard them, seeing them lying there on the page so nakedly exposed, so strangely vulnerable, shorn of their music. But give them their music—they exert a visceral power over me. What is that power?
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