All Knowledge Hurts.

Though Alec Had Never Seen The Occupants Of The First Floor Loft, They Seemed To Be Engaged In A Tempestuous Romance. Once There Had Been A Bunch Of Someone's Belongings Strewn All Over The Landing With A Note Attached To A Jacket Lapel Addressed To "a Lying Liar Who Lies." Right Now There Was A Bouquet Of Flowers Taped To The Door With A Card Tucked Among The Blooms That Read I'm Sorry. That Was The Thing About New York: You Always Knew More About Your Neighbors' Business Than You Wanted To.

I Wish I Could Hate You," He Said. His Voice Was Light, His Mouth Curved In An Unconcerned Half Smile, His Eyes Sick With Misery. "i Want To Hate You. I Try To Hate You. It Would Be So Much Easier If I Did Hate You. Sometimes I Do Hate You And Then I See You And I.

And Who Are All These People? There Weren't This Many When I Fell Asleep." Alfie Shrugged, Indicating That The Universe Was Mysterious And Nothing Would Ever Be Fully Understood.

I Fear I Must Agree," Magnus Murmured. He Pressed A Hand Over His Heart And His New Peacock-blue Waistcoast. "i Strive To Find Some Respect In My Heart For You, But Alas! It Seems An Impossible Quest.

I Was Just Thinking Of Bunding Up Cecily And Feeding Her To The Ducks In Hyde Park," Said Will, Pushing His Wet Hair Back And Favoring Jem With A Rare Smile.