For A Taste That's A Bit More

You Nearly Killed Eight People!" I Managed To Gasp Out Loud. "my Count Was Closer To Twelve," Returned Havisham As She Opened The Door. "and Anyhow, You Can't Nearly Kill Someone. Either They Are Dead Or They Are Not.

Our Notions Of Self-determination Are, On The Whole, Something Of A Myth. We Are Governed Almost Exclusively By Our Own Peculiar Habits, Which Makes Those Who Rail Against Them That Much More Remarkable.

Goodness Is Weakness, Pleasantness Is Poisonous, Serenity Is Mediocrity And Kindness Is For Losers. The Best Reason For Committing Loathsome And Detestable Acts – And Let’s Face It, I Am Considered Something Of An Expert In This Field – Is Purely For Their Own Sake. Monetary Gain Is All Very Well, But It Dilutes The Taste Of Wickedness To A Lower Level That Is Obtainable By Almost Anyone With An Overdeveloped Sense Of Avarice. True And Baseless Evil Is As Rare As The Purest Good.

There Are A Lot Of Idiots In This Country, And They Deserve Representation As Much As The Next Man.

Don't Ever Call Me Mad, Mycroft. I'm Not Mad. I'm Just ... Well, Differently Moraled, That's All.