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The Easiest Thing In The World Is To Convince Yourself That You're Right. As One Grows Old, It Is Easier Still.

Well, Let Me Tell You, Gentlemen, The Games Of The Devil Are Not Restricted To Those Confined To Hell. Others Can Play Them.

Visions Of One Powerful Scene After Another Parade Across His Inner Screen, Each Exploding With Drama And Meaning

Men And Women Walked Casually About As They Did On The Main Floor, Every Now And Then Stopping One Another, Exchanging Pleasantries Or Scraps Of Relevantly Irrelevant Information. Gossip.

The Cruelest Thing You Can Do To A Person Who's Living In Panic Is To Offer Him Or Her Hope That Turns Out False. When The Crash Comes Its Intolerable.