ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 7
M THE MURDERER
That man locked in an argument with his wife, the young girl
screaming at her parents, the youth looking enviously at his
friend's lover--how could they not understand they were murderers?
M the cripple knew how many people he had killed, mentally,
and he felt the murders hanging from his-curved shoulders like
ragged clothing. His famous refusal of violence was the natural
result of his understanding of his murderousness. He held con-
versation with other killers every day, and none of them seemed
to comprehend that he was in on the secret. A nation, a world
of butchers, he thought to himself, and I, by giving away my
apron, my sledgehammer, and my long sharp knife, have become the
least-known one, the most secretive . . .