Two years ago he had been a promising young novelist. Now he survived - you could hardly call it living - in a near derelict cottage with only an unhooked telephone and his own obsessive thoughts for company. Two years of loving Drusilla - the bored, rich, unstable girl with everything she needed, and a husband she wanted dead. The affair was over. But the long slide into deception and violence had just begun. . .
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"This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeit of our own behaviour, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whore-master man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!"
King Lear (Edmund) Act I, scene ii
William Shakespeare
"A beggar's book outworths a noble's blood”
Henry VIII, Act 1, Scene 1
William Shakespeare
"How well he's read, to reason against reading!"
Love's Labour's Lost, Act 1, Scene1
William Shakespeare
“Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me from mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.”
The Tempest, Act 1, Scene 2
William Shakespeare
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