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Intelligent People, Caught At Anything, Denied It. Faced With Evidence Of Having Denied It Falsely, People Said They Had Not Done It And Had Not Lied About It, And Didn't Remember It, But If They Had Done It, Or Lied About It, They Would Have Done It And Misspoken Themselves About It In An Interest So Much Higher As To Alter The Nature Of Doing And Lying Altogether.

In Almost Every Thriller, A Point Is Reached When Someone, Usually Calling From A Phone Booth, Telephones With A Vital Piece Of Information, Which He Cannot Divulge By Phone. By The Time The Hero Arrives At The Place Where They Had Arranged To Meet, The Caller Is Dead, Or Too Near Death To Tell. There Is Never An Explanation For The Reluctance Of The Caller To Impart His Message In The First Place.

In The Strange Heat All Litigation Brings To Bear On Things, The Very Process Of Litigation Fosters The Most Profound Misunderstandings In The World.

Idle People Are Often Bored And Bored People, Unless They Sleep A Lot, Are Cruel. It Is Not Accident That Boredom And Cruelty Are Great Preoccupations In Our Time.

The Writer Has A Grudge Against Society, Which He Documents With Accounts Of Unsatisfying Sex, Unrealized Ambition, Unmitigated Loneliness, And A Sense Of Local And Global Distress. The Square, Overpopulation, The Bourgeois, The Bomb And The Cocktail Party Are Variously Identified As Sources Of The Grudge. There Follows A Little Obscenity Here, A Dash Of Philosophy There, Considerable Whining Overall, And A Modern Satirical Novel Is Born.