How Easy It Was To Lie When

He Loved Possessions, Not Masses Of Them, But A Select Few That He Did Not Part With.they Gave A Man Self-respect. Not Ostentation But Quality, And The Love That Cherished The Quality. Possessions Reminded Him That He Existed, And Made Him Enjoy His Existence. It Was As Simple As That. And Wasn' T That Worth Something? He Existed.

Dusk Was Falling Quickly. It Was Just After 7 P.m., And The Month Was October.

The Night Was A Time For Bestial Affinities, For Drawing Closer To Oneself.

How Easy It Was To Lie When One Had To Lie!

The First Person You Should Think Of Pleasing, In Writing A Book, Is Yourself. If You Can Amuse Yourself For The Length Of Time It Takes To Write A Book, The Publisher And The Readers Can And Will Come Later.