The Advantage Of Beating A Mute Is

I Found, And Find, The Scrutiny Of Dr. Lecter Uncomfortable, Intrusive, Like The Humming Of Your Thoughts When They X-ray Your Head.

You Will Not Persuade Me With Appeals To My Intellectual Vanity.

When The Fox Hears The Rabbit Scream He Comes A-runnin', But Not To Help.

But The Face On The Pillow, Rosy In The Firelight, Is Certainly That Of Clarice Starling, And She Sleeps Deeply, Sweetly, In The Silence Of The Lambs.

How Seldom We Recognize The Sound When The Bolt Of Our Fate Slides Home.