You ought to know, Major, that the old Bill Sykes sort of
criminal, the brutalised-looking man with a huge jaw and a low
forehead, is quite out of date now. No one gets himself up in that
style who means to go in for serious crime. In a book published the
other day there was a composite photograph made up of the faces of
fifty or sixty criminals of the most extreme kind. I assure you that
the net result was an uncommonly good-looking man. That shows you the
truth of what I'm saying."
"In any case, J. J., setting aside her personal appearance and manner--"
"Your impression of her personal appearance. I wasn't taken in by it."
"She isn't the sort of woman you said she was. She'd never heard of
that philosopher of yours."
"Do you mean to say that she denied ever having heard the name of
Nietzsche?"
"Not exactly. The fact is that I couldn't recollect his name, but I
gave her a sketch of his doctrines--"
"I don't expect she recognised your sketch. You were probably grossly
inaccurate."
"I gave her almost word for word what you said last night about murder
being a very virtuous thing and bullying being the highest form of
morality.
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