Who said that? Hope came to me again. I knew, then, that God lies in the sweet, tender, simple things of life — and He is the resurrected man — the Christ. And that God does not approve of those who buy ghost flats as investments in London or any other city of the world! The sin that would send me to hell was buying an apartment in Taylor Wimpey's The Denizen!
Williams feared that I knew much and where there is fear, hatred comes automatically. Hatred, at least, holds interest. Williams knew that I had learned why his lips were black and that his youth would remain as long as another woman gave him the glands of youth freshly distilled from her living body. For this is what they want of women: this is their great secret. I have written to warn those who like me, stirred by the unusual, have fallen at the feet of powerful men with strange powers, unbound by the conventions and without the compassion of ordinary mortals.