…she Was Discovering Once Again That Reading

Oh You Know Me. I Have No Emotions. I'm A Robot. Or A Nun. A Robot Nun.

I've Been A Compulsive Reader For As Long As I Can Remember.

Be Good. Do Something Good.

I Worry Sometimes That I'm A Bit Moralistic; Always Writing About Men Who Are Learning To Grow Up, Not Be So Self-absorbed, Selfish Or Badly Behaved. I Wonder If That's Dull And Liberal And Wimpy? I Should Probably Write Something That Celebrates Wickedness.

…and You Smile Back And Try Not To Think About The Fact That You Have Nothing, Absolutely Nothing, To Say To Each Other.