He liked the song that went:
I don’t want to set the world on fire
I just want to start
a flame in your heart
And he liked to listen to the song in the morning when he was half asleep. It made him dream.
He would dream that he was deep in a cave, striking flint, starting a
fire, watching the little bits of flame flicker, shadows and flickers
on the cave wall.
He was sometimes embarrassed by how literal his subconscious mind took things.
