Oh, So Seldom Does Fate

I Just Go To Lunch. And I Never Know When Something Is Going Into The File And Something Is Not.

I Find The Idea Of Vigilante Justice Very Attractive. I Like The Idea That The Murderer Decides That This Person Has Gone Too Far, And Nothing Will Happen To Him Unless She Does Something To Stop Him.

Sit Around The Bars, Talked To People, Ate In The Restaurants, And Chatted With The Old Ladies On The Street. Fishermen Are Pretty Much That Way.

And Off In The Far Distance, The Gold On The Wings Of The Angel Atop The Bell Tower Of San Marco Flashed In The Sun, Bathing The Entire City In Its Glistening Benediction.

So Much Of Contemporary Crime Fiction Is Painful To Read And Obsessed With Violence, Particularly Against Women, And I Can't Read That.