Tuesday, August 02, 2011
A Slippery Slope
Thomas de Quincey (1785–1859), Murder as a Fine Art:
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For, if once a man indulges himself in murder, very soon he comes to think little of robbing; and from robbing he comes next to drinking and Sabbath-breaking, and from that to incivility and procrastination. Once begin upon this downward path, you never know where you are to stop.
