““He has such musicality, darling. There were mistakes, he must find discipline, but the musicality, this is a gift.” And my heart lurched because when I’m able to see through the blackness this is what I hope for. It’s that, in spite of his problems, Ben might be learning to live again, and that he might still have that capacity to find things that can drive him onward: that the beauty of music, or of a painting in the Bristol Museum, or of his connection with his baby sister, or of any damn thing he likes, can occasionally eradicate the blackness, and make it a life worth living.””
