Character: Leonard Clement

That night by the will of God had to preach ex tempore, and when I looked at the sea raised me individuals, my brain is flooded with madness. In me nothing is left of the servant of God. I became an actor. I was looking at the audience, and I longed for the power over the feelings of the public, more than that - I felt this power in my hands.
I ought not to be proud of what I did that night. I have always been a serious opponent of emotions, all sorts of sectarian zeal. But this evening I played the role of a boisterous, eloquent preacher.

The Church was full of people. It is unlikely that such an unusual gathering of the faithful could be attributed to the desire to hear the preaching of house. Howse had a boring dogmatist.
And if they managed to check up on what I say instead of house, it also could not attract them. My academic preaching is not less tedious. I'm afraid that to attribute this crowded religious zeal, too, is impossible.
I decided that all came to see who else will be in the Church, and perhaps a little gossip after the service.

- The truth, sir, I heard - someone!-like sneeze! And that sneeze was not easy, no not easy.
Everything associated with the murder is not simple, but special. And the shot was something special. Sneezed and someone somehow unusually. I think it was the corporate sneezing, especially for murderers.

But you don't let me being interrogated by the police? - plaintively said miss Wetherby, clutching my arm with both hands. - I can't stand, absolutely can't stand the crowd. And to stand before the court!..
- In special cases - said I, - they allow the witness to sit. Had slipped away.

- You can't tell me from whom you heard it?
- I promised, dear Mr. Clement. And honestly for me the Shrine. - She took extremely serious. - Let's say I told a little bird, okay? It would be quieter, isn't it?
I really wanted to say: "Damn stupid!" Sorry that I did. I would like to see how it will work on miss Wetherby.
- So, this little bird has told me that she saw one lady who I won't mention.
- So, I saw another bird? - I asked.

Very hard to keep track when miss Hartnell moves from presentation of facts to the reproach of others.

- Quite naturally, I think, to fight for my life, - I said thoughtfully.
- If you only knew how many murderers walk free by the grace of the kind the jury, grimly told the inspector, ' you'd be amazed.

- Do you think I said, that this silly girl has to do with the murder?
- There is nothing easier than to introduce myself a fool. Breeze.

The man who is always and everywhere, as if on purpose, restores the people against themselves, do not have to wait for them a good relationship.

- That's right, uncle Len, but I was thinking... When the time comes to get married, you know, to marry a good girl, you have to be rich.
Your theory is not supported by the facts - I said.

I know that it is considered beautiful prose, and poetry brought him fame. In his poems there is not a single capital letter; as I understand it, is the main symptom of the avant-garde. All his novels are about unpleasant people, with their incredibly pathetic existence.

- Yes, she's very attractive, ' he said, taking a deep breath. She make suggestions, she told me.
- If it's happening here, the sentence is illegal, we have no unmarried men, ' I said.

- Never remembers where it left, ' said Dennis, with a completely unjustified, in my opinion, soft, as if there was something to be proud of. - Loses about a dozen things every day.
- Extremely attractive trait, I said to myself.
But Dennis did not notice any sarcasm.

Inspired by his denunciations, Mary picked out eyes from potatoes so vigorously that they flew around the kitchen, knocking, how often grad. One of them hit me right in the eye, and this caused a small pause.