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There's A Theory That Snoring At Night In Sleep Is A Subconscious Defence Reflex-a Warning Sound That Frightened Potential Predators Away From The Mouth Of The Cave When Our Lower-paleolithic Ancestors Huddled In Vulnerable Sleep. That Group Of Nomads, Cameleers, Sheep And Goat Herders, Farmers, And Guerilla Fighters Lent Credibility To The Idea, For They Snored So Thunderously And With Such Persistent Ferocity Through The Long, Cold Night That They Would've Frightened A Pride Of Ravenous Lions Into Scattering Like Startled Mice.

I Think The Novel Form Chose Me. I Was A Writer Before I Became A Criminal... My First Instinct Was To Write.

That's How They Manage To Live Together, A Billion Of Them, In Reasonable Peace. They Are Not Perfect, Of Course. They Know How To Fight And Lie And Cheat Each Other, And All The Things That All Of Us Do. But More Than Any Other People In The World, The Indians Know How To Love One Another.

Didier Once Told Me, In A Rambling, Midnight Dissertation, That A Dream Is The Place Where A Wish And A Fear Meet. When The Wish And The Fear Are Exactly The Same, He Said, We Call The Dream A Nightmare.

Glory Belongs To God, Of Course; That's What The Word Really Means. And You Can't Serve God With A Gun.