When You Feel Strain, Keep Your Mouth

And Your Dinner For The Orchestra Officials." "haven't You Ever Had People Coming Over And No Time To Shop? You Have To Make Do With What's In The Fridge, Clarice. May I Call You Clarice?

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

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

He Moves Smoothly And Slowly, Carrying His Concentration Like A Brimming Cup.

I'm Doing One Of Three Things: I'm Writing. I'm Staring Out The Window. Or I'm Writhing On The Floor.