“I am about art here, not simple reproduction.”
“Where are you, my little object of art? I am here to collect you.”
“Art, as I see it, is any human activity which doesn’t grow out of either of our species’ two basic instincts: survival and reproduction.”
“Cayl replies...I understand the human reproductive system, Agent Denning; I’m here to capture a killer, not indulge in these intrusive human senses.”
“If I am very lucky - I mean if I am clever about it - I will get myself shot. Here, soon.”
“And here it is that I miss my Watson. By cunning questions and ejaculations of wonder he could elevate my simple art, which is but systematized common sense, into a prodigy. When I tell my own story I have no such aid.”