I have been the victim of heartless malice.

It is not always wise to appear singular.

I have anonymously helped many thousands

But what was a body? Dust, dung, urine, itches. It was the light within which was important, and it was not significant if that light endured after death, or if the soul was blinded eternally in the endless night of the suspired flesh.

Men who retain irony are not to be trusted. They can't always resist an impulse to tickle themselves.

Though I am a Catholic, a professing one, I have serious doubts about the survival of the human personality after death.

I have written two medical novels. I have never studied medicine, never seen an operation