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He Was Numb Except For Dreading The Loss Of Numbness.

Writing Novels Is The Hardest Thing I've Ever Done, Including Digging Irrigation Ditches.

It Occurred To Dr. Lecter In The Moment That With All His Knowledge And Intrusion, He Could Never Entirely Predict Her, Or Own Her At All. He Could Feed The Caterpillar, He Could Whisper Through The Chrysalis; What Hatched Out Followed Its Own Nature And Was Beyond Him. He Wondered If She Had The .45 On Her Leg Beneath The Gown. Clarice Starling Smiled At Him Then, The Cabochons Caught The Firelight And The Monster Was Lost In Self-congratulation At His Own Exquisite Taste And Cunning.

Intense Fear Comes In Waves; The Body Can't Stand It For Long At A Time.

You Would Think Such A Day Would Tremble To Begin . . .