Me, Feeling. What A Concept.

I Had Become A Perfect Fake Human, Saying The Stupid And Pointless Things That Humans Say To Each Other All Day Long.

I Enjoyed Watching Good-looking Idiots Looking At Each Other. A Great Spectator Sport.

A Man Can Take Only So Much. Even A Phony Man Like Me.

What A Terrible Thing Life Can Be.

In That Tremendous Flash Of Freedom, On My Way To Do The Thing For The First Time, Sanctioned By Almighty Harry, I Receded, Faded Back Into The Scenery Of My Own Dark Self, Whole The Other Me Crouched And Growled. I Would Do It At Last, Do What I Had Been Created To Do. And I Did.