How Shall The Murdered Man Convince His

I Like Prefaces. I Read Them. Sometimes I Do Not Read Any Further.

To Say Nothing Of What You Lose, Lose, Lose, Are Losing, Man. You Fool, You Stupid Fool ... You've Even Been Insulated From The Responsibility Of Genuine Suffering ... Even The Suffering You Do Endure Is Largely Unnecessary. Actually Spurious. It Lacks The Very Basis You Require Of It For Its Tragic Nature. You Deceive Yourself.

What I Have Absolutely No Sympathy With Is The Legislator, The Man Who Seeks, For His Own Profit, To Exploit The Weaknesses Of Those Who Are Unable To Help Themselves And Then To Fasten Some Moral Superscription Upon It. This I Loathe So Much That I Cannot Conceivably Explain How Much It Is.

Fear Ringed By Doubt Is My Eternal Moon.

What Is Man But A Little Soul Holding Up A Corpse?