I felt that she suspected my game from the start and offered herself willingly, warm in the knowledge that the world would soon be forced to confront the plight of her kind.
I took out her eyes in case my image had been imprinted upon them.
I applaud for you.
I mean, the future is being forged here. Writers, philosophers, men of science. All the way down to lowly clowns like me.
Would you rather owe your happiness to simple good fortune or to an unspeakable act of violence?
She may as well have placed the noose around my neck herself.
-Why would anyone be surprised? The world is full of men like you, Mr Gissing.
-I beg your pardon?
-Men who feign generosity when what they really seek is congratulations. Men who play god by saving lives. Is it really so different, I wonder, from playing god by taking them?