Is a well-told lie better than a thousand facts?
In the would-be living room, I buried a bone.
a five shilling coin that refused to rust away
He imagines his family crowded over his coffin weeping. His mother’s teary face breaks his heart. He knows he’s not ready to kill himself. He cannot do it. He’s too weak.
For the last time: so what role do you play ?
I certainly just want to make sure.