… It Is Not Healing To See

Hannibal Lecter: We Live In A Primitive Time - Don't We, Will? - Neither Savage Nor Wise. Half Measures Are The Curse Of It. Any Rational Society Would Either Kill Me Or Give Me My Books.

He Moves Smoothly And Slowly, Carrying His Concentration Like A Brimming Cup.

The Most Stable Elements, Clarice, Appear In The Middle Of The Periodic Table, Roughly Between Iron And Silver. Between Iron And Silver. I Think That Is Appropriate For You.

It Occurred To Dr. Lecter In The Moment That With All His Knowledge And Intrusion, He Could Never Entirely Predict Her, Or Own Her At All. He Could Feed The Caterpillar, He Could Whisper Through The Chrysalis; What Hatched Out Followed Its Own Nature And Was Beyond Him. He Wondered If She Had The .45 On Her Leg Beneath The Gown. Clarice Starling Smiled At Him Then, The Cabochons Caught The Firelight And The Monster Was Lost In Self-congratulation At His Own Exquisite Taste And Cunning.

When You Feel Strain, Keep Your Mouth Shut If You Can.