By Alfred Hitchcock
Alfred Hitchcock offers Twelve tales They Wouldn't allow Me Do on TV.
Being a assassin myself / through Arthur Williams --
Lukundoo / by means of Edward Lucas White --
A lady seldom discovered / through William Sansom --
The perfectionist / by way of Margaret St. Clair --
The expense of the pinnacle / by way of John Russell --
Love involves leave out Lucy / by way of Q. Patrick --
Srendi Vashtar / by means of Saki --
Love lies bleeding / by way of Philip MacDonald --
The dancing accomplice / through Jerome ok. Jerome --
Casting the runes / by means of M.R. James --
The voice within the evening / through William wish Hodgson --
How love got here to Professor Guildea / through Robert S. Hichens.(less)
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You reckon? Yes. He chewed his upper lip. I don't know about that, she said. I don't see why I always got to be hauling liquor to you, just whenever you want. I don't hardly see no good I get out of it. He looked at her uncertainly. Well… If I was to expect you to look after me hand and foot, you wouldn't be doing it, I don't reckon. I don't see the good I get out of it at all. She gazed steadily on his face. Well… A slight perspiration came on his forehead. She put her fingertips against his chest and shoved him backward lightly.
I sure would like to know what's got into you. You're the craziest damn thing I ever seen. Go on, I said, and put it down. He hesitated no longer, put the handle on top of the shelf and came to the door. She was back in the living room, regarded him with cold amusement. There ain't nobody in the world would be afraid of you no more. You couldn't hurt a cat, and you can just go on pretending all you want but all you can do is just make trouble, make a little mess here and there. That's all. Nobody is going to take you serious.
We live as serpents, sucking in the dust, sucking it up. The stuff we were formed of, and we ought to inhabit it. We ought to struggle to make ourselves secret and detestable, we should cultivate our sicknesses and bruise our own heads with our own heels. Where's the profit in claiming to walk upright? There's no poisonous animal that walks upright, a desecration. It's better to show your true shape, always. It's better to s—… But now he had squirmed forward, to the edge of the porch, and his forehead knocked against a supporting post.