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it is the absolute, final, and total end of childhood, of any sense of innocence and wonder. Perhaps the girl in California had already lost hers. Perhaps her mother manipulated the situation. I, frankly, don’t give a good goddamn.

That girl is forever defined by that moment, as I have been defined by my own moment of terror and pain and horror. There is, for me, no place on this whole planet that is safe. I move farther and farther from the center of things. I find myself in hotel rooms or houses in remote places where nobody knows where I am, and very few even care.

I have been an alcoholic, a drug user, a sexual deviant and addict. I have tried with what heart I have left to be kind and generous and loving, and I have wrecked my life and hurt people I love. I have tried to be whole, to be a regular man inside a regular man’s skin, and I have failed miserably.

Ah,

Money buys the flight of or even justice. Just ask OJ. But rest assured what comes around always goes around, and I can't wait until the world demands Mr. Polanski gets his. Its long overdue.

I certainly hope so! After that first wave of apologists, it's nice to see more people speaking up to say "He's a rapist who needs to go to jail; and by the way WTF is wrong with you people who don't think so???"

Thanks for this list in the link, Lexica.