Show The Readers Everything, Tell Them Nothing.

For Luck You Carried A Horse Chestnut And A Rabbit?s Foot In Your Right Pocket. The Fur Had Been Worn Off The Rabbit?s Foot Long Ago And The Bones And The Sinews Were Polished By The Wear. The Claws Scratched In The Lining Of Your Pocket And You Knew Your Luck Was Still There.

You Don't Have To Destroy Me. Do You?

Why Must All Of The Operations In Life Be Performed Without An Anesthetic?

No, That Is The Great Fallacy: The Wisdom Of Old Men. They Do Not Grow Wise. They Grow Careful.

Everybody Has Something Wrong With Them.