The thought came to me out of the darkness, utterly unannounced. Indeed, I might even have been dreaming, though I felt as if I hadn’t been asleep at all throughout the long-drawn-out reaches of the night. You know how it is with insomnia. Right there in the centre of your brain is a scrunched-up ball of barbed wire, about the size of a clenched fist, and on this your thoughts impale and entangle themselves, and cannot escape. They are not amenable to reason, nor to relaxation techniques. They didn’t ask to be there in your head, any more than you asked to have them; but there they are, and you have to make the best of each other. Murderers who have not yet committed a murder. All murderers are like that to start with, of course, even Jack the Ripper, and so what is the change that comes over them, between one moment and the next, which turns them from commonplace citizens into murderers? “He always seemed such a nice, ordinary fellow, just like anybody else,”
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