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I admired Clarice Starling enormously and I think I suffered some feelings of jealousy at the ease with which Dr. Lecter saw into her, when it was so difficult for me.
“He was practicing psychiatry by that time. He had a nice office. Antiques.
a man w taste
“If you don’t believe me, what the fuck did you ask me for?”
me when BC repeatedly asks me im sure
Despair went around like the flu.
BDO 2025 Q1 be like
“I can’t drive through their yards.”
hes sooooo funny n real LMAO
“I have to see Lecter.”
YAYYYYYYYYYYYY
“The volume of his mail alone is a nuisance. I think among some researchers it’s considered chic to correspond with him—I’ve seen his letters framed in psychology departments—and for a while it seemed that every Ph.D. candidate in the field wanted to interview him. Glad to cooperate with you, of course, and Dr. Bloom.”
REALLLLLLL
Can you tell me anything about him?” “No.”
“Then how did you catch me, Will?” “You had disadvantages.” “What disadvantages?” “Passion. And you’re insane.”
“Do you know how you caught me?” Graham was out of Lecter’s sight now, and he walked faster toward the far steel door. “The reason you caught me is that we’re just alike”
He hawked and spit a blob of green phlegm into the lap of the woman beside him, hitting her just beside the navel.
he needs to die based on this alone
Lecter’s likeness should be the dark portrait of a Renaissance prince.
He would like to meet Lecter, talk and share with him, rejoice with him in their shared vision, be recognized by him as John the Baptist recognized the One who came after, sit on him as the Dragon sat on 666 in Blake’s Revelation series, and film his death as, dying, he melded with the strength of the Dragon.
he adores hannibal this much like ok get in line ugly
Odd-looking for a flatfoot, isn’t he? Not very handsome, but purposeful-looking.
rude
“You’re so sly, but so am I.”
“It says: Graham home Marathon, Florida. Save yourself. Kill them all.”
roman @ me any time i complain about bdo
“Right. Do you think there’s any way to push him in a self-destructive way by what we say to him?” “Push him toward suicide?” “Suicide would suit me fine.”
“How do you feel?” “Fairly rotten.”
“I’ll just bet you can say your name. I just know a big boy like you can say his name. Say it for me.” The child’s face brightened. The big boys had helped him with this. He wanted to please. He collected himself. “Cunt Face,” he said.
“I’ll wait till later. I get dumb after I eat.”
???? will please
A brief note of congratulations for the job you did on Mr. Lounds. I admired it enormously. What a cunning boy you are!
In the window of a jewelry store he saw a delicate antique gold bracelet. It cost him most of his paycheck. He had it wrapped and stamped for mailing. Only when he was sure he was alone at the mail drop did he address it to Molly in Oregon. Graham did not realize, as Molly did, that he gave presents when he was angry.
Graham was tired, selfish, resentful, fatigued to a child-minded state in which his standards of measurement were the first ones he learned; where the direction “north” was Highway 61 and “six feet” was forever the length of his father.
