The money I pay for my cultural experiences came willingly from my own pocket - they were not the result of bread being removed from the mouths of the poor so that Miss Thing here could mince off to the circus smelling of roses.
Many things have been said about what happened but I don't know either. Maybe someday. One thing I'm sure of is that all the things that have happened to me good and bad happy and sad have made me what I am today.
