I Ate His Liver With Some Fava

Shiloh Isn’t Haunted – Men Are Haunted. Shiloh Doesn’t Care.

God's Creatures Who Cried Themselves To Sleep Stirred To Cry Again.

In The Vaults Of Our Hearts And Brains, Danger Waits. All The Chambers Are Not Lovely, Light And High. There Are Holes In The Floor Of The Mind, Like Those In A Medieval Dungeon Floor - The Stinking Oubliettes, Named For Forgetting, Bottle-shaped Cells In Solid Rock With The Trapdoor In The Top. Nothing Escapes From Them Quietly To Ease Us. A Quake, Some Betrayal By Our Safeguards, And Sparks Of Memory Fire The Noxious Gases - Things Trapped For Years Fly Free, Ready To Explode In Pain And Drive Us To Dangerous Behavior.

Human Emotions Are A Gift From Our Animal Ancestors. Cruelty Is A Gift Humanity Has Given Itself.

In Making Friends, She Was Wary Of People Who Foster Dependency And Feed On It. She Had Been Involved With A Few--the Blind Attract Them, And They Are The Enemy.