We Can Only Learn So Much And

Hannibal At Eighteen Was Rooting For Mephistopheles And Contemptuous Of Faust, But He Only Half-listened To The Climax. He Was Watching And Breathing Lady Murasaki...

The Most Stable Elements, Clarice, Appear In The Middle Of The Periodic Table, Roughly Between Iron And Silver. Between Iron And Silver. I Think That Is Appropriate For You.

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.

There Is A Common Emotion We All Recognize And Have Not Yet Named -- The Happy Anticipation Of Being Able To Feel Contempt.

Life's Too Slippery For Books, Clarice; Anger Appears As Lust, Lupus Presents As Hives.