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I'm A Working-class Kid From A Blue-collar New England Family.

Truth, Though, Is Nothing In The Face Of Self-falsehood, And Principles Are Of No Value If The Idealist Cannot Live Up To His Own Standards.

I Didn't And Don't Go To Internet For Any Business Purposes. The Book Sales For Me By This Point Are Way Beyond Any Influence I Might Have, Positively, Or Others Might Have, Negatively.

No, I Would Not Want To Live In A World Without Dragons, As I Would Not Want To Live In A World Without Magic, For That Is A World Without Mystery, And That Is A World Without Faith.

As I Became A Creature Of The Empty Tunnels, Survival Became Easier And More Difficult All At Once. I Gained In The Physical Skills And Experience Necessary To Live On. I Could Defeat Almost Anything That Wandered Into My Chosen Domain. It Did Not Take Me Long, However, To Discover One Nemesis That I Could Neither Defeat Nor Flee. It Followed Me Wherever I Went - Indeed, The Farther I Ran, The More It Closed In Around Me. My Enemy Was Solitude, The Interminable, Incessant Silence Of Hushed Corridors.