Just As We Bemoan The Passing Away

You Think You Know What Is Just And What Is Not. I Understand. We All Think We Know." I Had No Doubt, Myself, Then, That At Each Moment Each One Of Us, Man, Woman, Child, Perhaps Even The Poor Old Horse Turning The Mill-wheel, Knew What Was Just: All Creatures Come Into The World Bringing With Them The Memory Of Justice. "but We Live In A World Of Laws," I Said To My Poor Prisoner, "a World Of The Second-best. There Is Nothing We Can Do About That. We Are Fallen Creatures. All We Can Do Is To Uphold The Laws, All Of Us, Without Allowing The Memory Of Justice To Fade.

In Order To Be Cruel We Have To Close Our Hearts To The Suffering Of The Other.

Can Desire Grow Out Of Admiration, Or Are The Two Quite Distinct Species? What Would It Be Like To Lie Side By Side, Naked, Breast To Breast, With A Woman One Principally Admires?

She Gives Him What He Can Only Call A Sweet Smile. 'so You Are Determined To Go On Being Bad. Mad, Bad, And Dangerous To Know. I Promise, No One Will Ask You To Change.

I Am Not The We Of Anyone