I'm Sorry. I Can Love You. I

[koudelka] Looked Back, "you?! I Know You! You Trust Beyond Reason!" [cordelia] Met His Eyes Steadily, "yes, It's How I Get Results Beyond Hope, As You May Recall.

The Will To Be Stupid Is A Very Powerful Force, But There Are Always Alternatives.

It's A Bizarre But Wonderful Feeling, To Arrive Dead Center Of A Target You Didn't Even Know You Were Aiming For.

Any Man Can Be Kind When He Is Comfortable. I'd Always Thought Kindness A Trivial Virtue, Therefore. But When We Were Hungry, Thirsty, Sick, Frightened, With Our Deaths Shouting At Us, In The Heart Of Horror, You Were Still As Unfailingly Courteous As A Gentleman At Ease Before His Own Hearth.

I Know Girls Who Pine For It. They Like To Play Dress-up And Pretend Being Vor Ladies Of Old, Rescued From Menace By Romantic Vor Youths. For Some Reason They Never Play 'dying In Childbirth', Or 'vomiting Your Guts Out From The Red Dysentery', Or 'weaving Till You Go Blind And Crippled From Arthritis And Dye Poisoning', Or 'infanticide'. Well, They Do Die Romantically Of Disease Sometimes, But Somehow It's Always An Illness That Makes You Interestingly Pale And Everyone Sorry And Doesn't Involve Losing Bowel Control.