“Hey, Brother! Where you bound?
I’m off to America. For breakfast.
“I hear there’s a crisis going on over there.”
“Crisis? What crisis?”
“Oh, it’s the crime of the century, some say.” 76 more words
“As Marcus had said the night before, the jury was past caring about any psychological explanation of what context had produced a normal, sane girl who would one day be capable of murdering her own children; in fact, they were past believing that she had murdered her children in the first place…” (Ch.48, 606) 432 more words