Great Murderers, Like Great Men

Leaves Hung In The Stillness Like Hands Of The Newly Dead.

Dodd Continued To Hope That The Murders Would So Outrage The German Public That The Regime Would Fall, But As The Days Passed He Saw No Evidence Of Any Such Outpouring Of Anger.

Beneath The Stars The Lake Lay Dark And Sombre," Stead Wrote, "but On Its Shores Gleamed And Glowed In Golden Radiance The Ivory City, Beautiful As A Poet's Dream, Silent As A City Of The Dead.

Reading Is Such A Personal Thing To Me. I'd Much Rather Give Someone A Gift Certificate To A Bookstore, And Let That Person Choose His Or Her Own Books.

Place Has Always Been Important To Me, And One Thing Today's Chicago Exudes, As It Did In 1893, Is A Sense Of Place. I Fell In Love With The City, The People I Encountered, And Above All The Lake And Its Moods, Which Shift So Readily From Season To Season, Day To Day, Even Hour To Hour.