Anything's Possible If You've Got Enough Nerve.

Once Again I Must Ask Too Much Of You, Harry.

Finally, The Truth. Lying With His Face Pressed Into The Dusty Carpet Of The Office Where He Had Once Thought He Was Learning The Secrets Of Victory, Harry Understood At Last That He Was Not Supposed To Survive.

There Is Plenty Of Ambitious Competition And Hypocrisy In The Middle Class, Which Makes It A Rather Fertile Environment For A Writer.

Always The Tone Of Surpise.

He Never Seemed To Grasp The Immense Mutability Of Human Nature, Nor To Appreciate That Behind Every Nondescript Face Lay A Wild And Unique Hinterland Like His Own.