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If One Sticks Too Rigidly To One's Principles, One Would Hardly See Anybody.

Everyone Is A Potential Murderer-in Everyone There Arises From Time To Time Thewish To Kill-though Not The Will To Kill.

Instinct Is A Marvelous Thing. It Can Neither Be Explained Nor Ignored.

Do You Know My Friend That Each One Of Us Is A Dark Mystery, A Maze Of Conflicting Passions And Desire And Aptitudes?