I Was Filled With Dread At The

And Then More Quiet, Silence So Deep It Almost Drowned Out The Roar Of The Night Music That Pounded Away In My Secret Self.

And Here I Always Thought Morality Was Useless.

Life's Only Obligation, Afterall, Was To Be Interesting.

Anybody Can Be Charming If They Don't Mind Faking It, Saying All The Stupid, Obvious, Nauseating Things That A Conscience Keeps Most People From Saying. Happily, I Don't Have A Conscience. I Say Them.

I Nodded With Genuine Synthetic Sympathy.