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Show -270 other artists too sensitive for the world-it was full of sad busted-up repulsive people." "Do you think I'm crazy?" "Not like them." He nodded. "Then I have to be guilty." "What does that mean?" I said. "Everybody's guilty. Don't make yourself a special case. We're all guilty." "In the old stories a man like me was doomed and that was why he did something terrible, but being doomed didn't change anything. Don't you see, 3uck, a man chooses to be crazy, or chooses to be doomed. It's really very simple. Crazy or not doesn't make any difference anyway." "You're not an ordinary person," I said. "We can't go leaping at the first ordinary ideas that come to our minds." "I'm not special and I'm not ordinary," he said. "What's left?" "That's what I mean," I said. "Words. You can do anything with words. Stop now before you talk yourself into a corner." "All right." He seemed indifferent, "Who else knows?" I said. "Morgan. The night we came back from the airplane ride I told her everything. I made her promise not to tell you. But you guessed. You're not so dumb, Buck." |