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Before Me You Are A Slug In The Sun. You Are Privy To A Great Becoming And You Recognize Nothing. You Are An Ant In The After-birth.it Is In Your Nature To Do One Thing Correctly: Before Me You Rightly Tremble. Fear Is Not What You Owe Me, Lounds, You And The Other Pismires. You Owe Me Awe.

What Does He Do, Clarice? What Is The First And Principal Thing He Does, What Need Does He Serve By Killing? He Covets. How Do We Begin To Covet? We Begin By Coveting What We See Every Day.

You Know How Cats Do. They Hide To Die. Dogs Come Home.

I Expect Most Psychiatrists Have A Patient Or Two They'd Like To Refer To Me.

Over This Odd World, This Half The World That's Dark Now, I Have To Hunt A Thing That Lives On Tears.