A PERSPECTIVE: DORIAN GRAY

There are two types of thrills in this world: the intentional and the unintentional act of killing. I am blessed to have the latter wash out the prior and in a way cleanse me. Basil, I never search for him in my soul, nor the streaks of paint, nor the ghastly turn of my grin—if it went down or up… I know not, I shall not look! But at the bush, and later in my bed, I experienced the thrill of unintentionally killing the man who would kill me. If I had known he would be in the barn house, I would have pulled my horse's reins, slowed down, basked behind the guard leading in the foggy night; look at me, balance in my hips, arms out like a man can fly.