I Didn't Know How You

I Say Guilt, Gentlemen, Because It Was Guilt That Motivated Her. She Has Committed No Crime, She Has Merely Broken A Rigid And Time-honored Code Of Our Society.

...but Before I Can Live With Other Folks I've Got To Live With Myself.

She Knew Full Well The Enormity Of Her Offense, But Because Her Desires Were Stronger Than The Code She Was Breaking, She Persisted In Breaking It.

I Could Think Of Nothing Else To Say To Her. In Fact I Could Never Think Of Anything To Say To Her, And I Sat Thinking Of Past Painful Conversations Between Us: How Are You, Jean Louise? Fine, Thank You Ma'am, How Are You? Very Well, Thank You; What Have You Been Doing With Yourself? Nothin'. Don't You Do Anything? Nome. Certainly You Have Friends? Yessum. Well What Do You All Do? Nothin'.

Any Writer Worth His Salt Writes To Please Himself...it's A Self-exploratory Operation That Is Endless. An Exorcism Of Not Necessarily His Demon, But Of His Divine Discontent.