A Myth Is An Old Lie That

He Told Us That Most Of Us Would Die Violently, And Those Who Did Not Would Be Brought Down To The Level Of Beasts.

We Looked At Each Other, And I Could See In Those Big Reddened Eyes That He Was Not Going To Scream. He Was Full Of Anger - And Who Could Blame Him? - But He Was No Fool. He Needed Me, And He Wanted Me Here, If Only To Insult Me.

I Like The Sound Of People's Voices, And I Think What A Man Says Can Very Well Tell What He's Thinking, Whether He's Lying Or Not.

The Mark Of Fear Is Not Easily Removed.

Today I Must Write A Paragraph Or A Page Better Than I Did Yesterday.