The 21st Chapter Gives The Novel The

The Possession Of A Book Becomes A Substitute For Reading It.

As We Grow Older, The Memories Of Early Life Brighten, Those Of Maturity And Senescence Grow Dim And Confused.

How Wicked, My Brothers, Innocent Milk Must Always Seem To Me Now.

It Seems Priggish Or Pollyannaish To Deny That My Intention In Writing The Work Was To Titillate The Nastier Propensities Of My Readers. My Own Healthy Inheritance Of Original Sin Comes Out In The Book And I Enjoyed Raping And Ripping By Proxy. It Is The Novelist’s Innate Cowardice That Makes Him Depute To Imaginary Personalities The Sins That He Is Too Cautious To Commit For Himself.

A Word In A Dictionary Is Very Much Like A Car In A Mammoth Motor Show - Full Of Potential But Temporarily Inactive.