We're Not Savages. We're English.

What Are We? Humans? Or Animals? Or Savages?

Biography Always Has Fulfiled This Role. Robinson Crusoe Is A Biography, As Is Tom Jones. You Can Go Through The Whole Range Of The Novel, And You Will Find It Is Biography. The Only Difference Between One Example And The Other Is That Sometimes It's A Partial Biography And Sometimes It's A Total Biography. Clarissa, For Example, Is A Partial Biography Of Clarissa And A Partial Biography Of Lovelace. In Other Words, It Doesn't Follow Lovelace From When He Is In The Cradle, Though It Takes Him To The Grave.

Kill The Pig. Cut Her Throat. Spill Her Blood.

The Water Rose Further And Dressed Simon's Coarse Hair With Brightness. The Line Of His Cheek Silvered And The Turn Of His Shoulder Became Sculptured Marble.

I Will Tell You What Man Is. He Is A Freak, An Ejected Foetus Robbed Of His Natural Development, Thrown Out Into The World With A Naked Covering Of Parchment, With Too Little Room For His Teeth And A Soft Bulging Skull Like A Bubble. But Nature Stirs A Pudding There.