Their friendship, remembered from the battle school days, gradually disappeared. It was to each other that they became close; it was with each other that they exchanged confidences.

...sometimes you have to put your fears in order...

Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.

Does God want goodness or the choice of goodness? Is a man who chooses to be bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him?

Written By Anthony Burgess

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