Tragedy alters everything.
I know there are people who don't read fiction at all, and I find it hard to understand how they can bear to be inside the same head all the time.
What better place to kill time than a library?
But there can be no secrets in a house where there are children.
I shall start at the beginning. Though of coarse, the beginning is never where you think it is.
I've nothing against people who love truth. Apart from the fact that they make dull companions.