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

The Mind Is Not A Book, To Be Opened At Will And Examined At Leisure. Thoughts Are Not Etched On The Inside Of Skulls, To Be Perused By An Invader. The Mind Is A Complex And Many-layered Thing.

She Navigated Away From The Parish Council Message Board And Dropped Into Her Favorite Medical Website, Where She Painstakingly Entered The Words "brain" And "death" In The Search Box. The Suggestions Were Endless. Shirley Scrolled Through The Possibilities, Her Mild Eyes Rolling Up And Down, Wondering To Which Of These Deadly Conditions, Some Of Them Unpronounceable, She Owed Her Present Happiness.

And Without Thinking, Without Planning It, Without Worrying About The Fact That Fifty People Were Watching, Harry Kissed Her.

It Is Impossible To Live Without Failing At Something, Unless You Live So Cautiously That You Might Has Well Not Have Lived At All, In Which Case You Have Failed By Default.