The next thing I wrote was in a writing class at night school. It was about a poor woman who worked at a dime store and who was all alone for Christmas in Laurel Mississippi.
What I loved about the acting class was that you got to think all day long...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
The strong man is the one who is able to intercept at will the communication between the senses and the mind.
