I said I'd make ye a man, Jim - but damme if ye didn't go and do it behind my back when I were watching elsewhere. - Arthur M. Jolly

The answer is what the answer always is, that we are animals, that at the end we turn on each other, tearing each other apart. To survive. Throw Lubov to the men in the guard shack like a scrap of meat to a pack of wolves... why not, it is for survival. Fight, kill each other, over the warmth of the stove? Of course - it is survival. I refuse to survive. But I will live.

Spending the day with you has been marginally better than watching mother die of cancer.

If it was easy, everyone would do it rather than going around telling you their ideas and saying how they could be a writer if they had the time.