[b]Ruth Rendell
Some say life is the thing, but I prefer reading.[/b]
On the other hand, some even manage to do both.
We always know when we are awake that we cannot be dreaming even though when actually dreaming we feel all this may be real.
It’s probably best not to dwell on it though.
It was useless arguing with people like her. They had stereotyped minds that ran along grooves of stock response and the commonplace.
And not just in the Oval Office. Right, Kids?
You make someone into a object of – not so much of pity as of weakness, sickness, stupidity, inefectiveness, do you see what I mean? You hit them for their stupidity and their inability to respond, and when you’ve hurt them, marked them, they’re even more sick and ugly, aren’t they? And they’re afraid and cringing too. Oh, I know this isn’t very pleasant, but you did ask.
Go on he said.
So you’ve got a frightened, stupid, even disabled person, silenced, made ugly, and what can you do with someone like that, someone who’s unworthy of being treated well? You treat them badly because that’s what they deserve. One thinks of poor little kids that no one love because they’re dirty, covered in snot and shit, and always screaming. So you beat them because they’re hateful, they’re low, they’re sub-human. That’s all they’re good for, being hit, being reduced even further.
That’s awful. Well, not counting the times that it’s not.
I think to be driven to want to kill must be such a terrible burden.
In particular the part about getting caught.
They spoke from a distant past when everyone read books and most people had hobbies, made things, played cards and chess, dressed up and played charades, sewed and painted and wrote letters and sent postcards.
For some the good old days, for others not so much.