Lis S.’s Reviews > The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle > Status Update

The Plague Doctor claimed Blackheath was meant to rehabilitate us, but bars can’t build better men and misery can only break what goodness remains. This place pinches out the hope in people, and without that hope, what use is love or compassion or kindness?

Knowledge was never my problem. Ignorance is the condition I struggle with.

Avoiding unpleasant acts doesn’t make a man good.

We are never more ourselves than when we think people aren’t watching. Don’t you realize that?

We shouldn’t simply die. It feels like a swindle. So much paid, too much asked.

“…every man is in a cage of his own making”

I can only imagine how it must feel to be so preoccupied by the future that you’re blindsided by the present.

They’re talking quietly and moving slowly, porcelain people riddled with cracks.

A face is a mask of another sort. You know that better than most.

Nothing like a mask to reveal somebody’s true nature.