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To Achieve Harmony In Bad Taste Is The Height Of Elegance.

It's The Hour When Night Breaks Away From The Day, My Dove, Let Me Go.

Excluded By My Birth And Tastes From The Social Order, I Was Not Aware Of Its Diversity. Nothing In The World Was Irrelevant: The Stars On A General's Sleeve, The Stock-market Quotations, The Olive Harvest, The Style Of The Judiciary, The Wheat Exchange, Flower-beds. Nothing. This Order, Fearful And Feared, Whose Details Were All Inter-related, Had A Meaning: My Exile.

Slowly But Surly I Want To Strip Her Of Every Kind Of Happiness As To Make A Saint Of Her.

When The Judge Calls The Criminal's Name Out He Stands Up, And They Are Immediately Linked By A Strange Biology That Makes Them Both Opposite And Complementary. The One Cannot Exist Without The Other. Which Is The Sun And Which Is The Shadow? It's Well Known Some Criminals Have Been Great Men.