Intense Fear Comes In Waves;

Spaces Devoted To Hannibal Lecter’s Earliest Years Differ From The Other Archives In Being Incomplete. Some Are Static Scenes, Fragmentary, Like Painted Attic Shards Held Together By Blank Plaster. Other Rooms Hold Sound And Motion, Great Snakes Wrestling And Heaving In The Dark And Lit In Flashes. Pleas And Screaming Fill Some Places On The Grounds Where Hannibal Himself Cannot Go. But The Corridors Do Not Echo Screaming, And There Is Music If You Like.

God's Creatures Who Cried Themselves To Sleep Stirred To Cry Again.

One Quality In A Person Doesn't Rule Out Any Other Quality. They Can Exist Side By Side, Good And Terrible. Socrates Said It A Lot Better.

I Found, And Find, The Scrutiny Of Dr. Lecter Uncomfortable, Intrusive, Like The Humming Of Your Thoughts When They X-ray Your Head.

You Cant Reduce Me To A Set Of Influences.