Nothing influences me at all, help you save the evocation by drama or literature of some memory of past emotion, ordinarily of the unfortunate variety, tears may well nicely move, while it is only a memory, a recreation by present considered, savoured for a number of moments then allowed to go, not something that at all impacts me or has anything to do with me, it is the resonance that there is this emotion, I am not at all certain by it, fairly.