I Like To Think That It Isn't

I Was An Intimate Sort Of Child Who Never Spoke Up In Groups. I Preferred Close Friends.

And Though You Think The World Is At Your Feet, It Can Rise Up And Tread On You.

It Wasn't Only Wickedness And Scheming That Made People Unhappy, It Was Confusion And Misunderstanding; Above All, It Was The Failure To Grasp The Simple Truth That Other People Are As Real As You.

Daylight Seemed Then To Be The Physical Manifestation Of Common Sense.

These Memories Sustained Him, But Not So Easily. Too Often They Reminded Him Of Where He Was When He Last Summoned Them. They Lay On The Far Side Of A Great Divide In Time, As Significant As B.c. And A.d. Before Prison, Before The War, Before The Sight Of A Corpse Became A Banality.