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The Hands Of The Guilty Don't Necessarily Tremble; Only In Stories Does A Dropped Glass Betray Agitation. Tension Is More Often Shown In The Studied Action.

Nobody Here Could Ever Talk About A Heaven On Earth. Heaven Remained Rigidly In Its Proper Place On The Other Side Of Death, And On This Side Flourished The Injustices, The Cruelties, The Meanness That Elsewhere People So Cleverly Hushed Up. Here You Could Love Human Beings Nearly As God Loved Them, Knowing The Worst: You Didn't Love A Pose, A Pretty Dress, A Sentiment Artfully Assumed.

A Story Has No Beginning Or End: Arbitrarily One Chooses That Moment Of Experience From Which To Look Back Or From Which To Look Ahead.

Indifference And Pride Look Very Much Alike, And He Probably Thought I Was Proud.

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