Do You Believe in Evil?
I didn't used to... I don't want to... I walked through the Museum of Torture, in a city that was the height of civilization of the day, when the implements there were in regular use, and I could hardly believe that people could deliberately use these things, could even have thought of them... I remember the Chicago apartment that was occupied by the children of a band of drug addicts-- children from practically newborn to school-age... and no one was caring for them but themselves... They were... Sign in to see full entry.