“…I had stolen a whole sackful of apples one night, and by no means ordinary apples, but apples of the very best sort. It was the fear of the moment that made me seek refuge in this story–inventing and telling stories came naturally to me.”
“Whether my crime was stealing or lying–(hadn’t I sworn a false
oath by God and everything that was sacred?)–was immaterial. My sin was not specifically this or that but
consisted of having shaken hands with the devil. Why had I gone along?”
I’m crying so much, this is it, my true self;;the image of my soul, all I’ve ever wanted.
Wes this is it, this is the best submit I’ll ever get, might as well close my submittions thing, cancel my account, it doesn’t get better. I’m forever in debt with you.