It's hard... to shake off something that's already under your skin.
I would not have had that happen to you. Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me.
How seldom we recognize the sound when the bolt of our fate slides home.
When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.
We routinely leave our small children in day care among strangers. At the same time, in our guilt we evince paranoia about strangers and foster fear in children.
What does he do, Clarice? What is the first and principal thing he does, what need does he serve by killing? He covets. How do we begin to covet? We begin by coveting what we see every day.