I Loved Him, Officer. More

Prejudice Is A Product Of Ignorance That Hides Behind Barriers Of Tradition.

To Each Our Own Hamlet.

Fiction Wouldn't Be Much Fun Without Its Fair Share Of Scoundrels, And They Have To Live Somewhere.

Goodness Is Weakness, Pleasantness Is Poisonous, Serenity Is Mediocrity And Kindness Is For Losers. The Best Reason For Committing Loathsome And Detestable Acts – And Let’s Face It, I Am Considered Something Of An Expert In This Field – Is Purely For Their Own Sake. Monetary Gain Is All Very Well, But It Dilutes The Taste Of Wickedness To A Lower Level That Is Obtainable By Almost Anyone With An Overdeveloped Sense Of Avarice. True And Baseless Evil Is As Rare As The Purest Good.

I Could Almost See Common Sense And Denial Fighting Away At Each Other Within Her. In The End, Denial Won, As It So Often Does.