Because it's his bad luck to be the best.
When you feel strain, keep your mouth shut if you can.
It rubs the lotion on its skin. It does this whenever it is told.
You would think such a day would tremble to begin . . .
Nothing made me happen. I happened.
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.