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My Great Fear Has Always Been Complete And Utter Failure. Hence, You See, All The Dispossessed People In My Fiction, And Why I Try To Earn As Much Money As I Can. It's A Defense. I Don't Enjoy It Or Do Anything With It.

One Can Forgive Shakespeare Anything, Except One's Own Bad Lines.

There Are Certain People Who Seem Doomed To Buy Certain Houses. The House Expects Them. It Waits For Them.

It Is Strange, Is It Not, How A Person Can Adore One's Soul So Much That They Adore One's Body Also?

And The Smell Of The Library Was Always The Same - The Musty Odour Of Old Clothes Mixed With The Keener Scent Of Unwashed Bodies, Creating What The Chief Librarian Had Once Described As 'the Steam Of The Social Soup.'