I Live In A Room And I

Unjust. How Many Times I've Used That Word, Scolded Myself With It. All I Mean By It Now Is That I Don't Have The Final Courage To Say That I Refuse To Preside Over Violations Against Myself, And To Hell With Justice.

If You Are Willing To Take The Punishment, You're Halfway Through The Battle. That The Issues May Be Trivial, The Battle Ugly, Is Another Point.

What A Word Is Truth. Slippery, Tricky, Unreliable. I Tried In These Books To Tell The Truth.

Freedom Costs You A Great Deal.

But Maybe Half A Lie Is Worse Than A Real Lie.