Before Me You Are A Slug In

We Rarely Get To Prepare Ourselves In Meadows Or On Graveled Walks; We Do It On Short Notice In Places Without Windows, Hospital Corridors, Rooms Like This Lounge With Its Cracked Plastic Sofa And Cinzano Ashtrays, Where The Cafe Curtains Cover Blank Concrete. In Rooms Like This, With So Little Time, We Prepare Our Gestures, Get Them By Heart So We Can Do Them When We're Frightened In The Face Of Doom.

We Routinely Leave Our Small Children In Day Care Among Strangers. At The Same Time, In Our Guilt We Evince Paranoia About Strangers And Foster Fear In Children.

Nothing Makes Us More Vulnerable Than Loneliness Except Greed.

There Is No Murder. We Make Murder, And It Matters Only To Us.

Did You Ever Think, Clarice, Why The Philistines Don't Understand You? It's Because You Are The Answer To Samson's Riddle. You Are The Honey In The Lion.