You Need Your Inner Eye Tested, If

Destiny Is A Name Often Given In Retrospect To Choices That Had Dramatic Consequences.

Many Prefer Not To Exercise Their Imaginations At All. They Choose To Remain Comfortably Within The Bounds Of Their Own Experience, Never Troubling To Wonder How It Would Feel To Have Been Born Other Than They Are. They Can Refuse To Hear Screams Or To Peer Inside Cages; They Can Close Their Minds And Hearts To Any Suffering That Does Not Touch Them Personally; They Can Refuse To Know. I Might Be Tempted To Envy People Who Can Live That Way, Except That I Do Not Think They Have Any Fewer Nightmares Than I Do. The Wilfully Unimaginative See More Monsters. They Are Often More Afraid.

Naturally Shirley Had Known, As They Slid Stock Words And Phrases Back And Forth Between Them Like Beads On An Abacus, That Howard Must Be As Brimful Of Ecstasy As She Was; But To Express These Feelings Out Loud, When The News Of Death Was Still Fresh In The Air, Would Have Been Tantamount To Dancing Naked And Shrieking Obscenities, And Howard And Shirley Were Clothed, Always, In An Invisible Layer Of Decorum That They Never Laid Aside.

I Don't Drive. No. Cars Terrify Me. I Am Really Frightened Of Cars.

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