There’s a stake in your fat black heart  And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you.  They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through.

In the holy books are histories perhaps untold according to the logistics of science

Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today.

Insecurity twists meanings and poisons trust. In a closely beleaguered city every sentry is a potential traitor.

Written By Graham Greene

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