Nothing of all this would have happened. But I wonder shall I in those fifteen or twenty years grow so meek that I shall humble myself before people and whimper at every word that I am a criminal. Look at them running to and fro about the streets, every one of them a scoundrel and a criminal at heart and, worse still, an idiot. But try to get me off and they'd be wild with righteous indignation. It must be so.
Water wears out a stone.
It was the hundredth time perhaps that he had asked himself that question since the previous evening, but still he went. The text of this work is in the public domain and is not copyrighted. However, the HTML tags and other computer code used to create this presentation are Copyright 1999 by Litrix Reading Room. It may not be reproduced, reposted or otherwise distributed without written permission of Litrix Reading Room.