Watson wrote the story, but he changed the ending.
Nobody writes about anything but themselves.
You know, I write, with ink and parchment. For a penny I’ll scribble you anything you want. From summons, decrees, edicts, warrants, patents of nobility. I’ve even been know to jot down a poem or two if the muse descends.
What is wrong is wrong, no matter who said it or where it’s written.
The future isn’t written. It can be changed.
We’ve got two stories here. We got a story about degenerate clergy. And we got a story about a bunch of lawyers turning child abuse into a cottage industry. Now, which story do you want us to write? Cause we’re writing one of them.
The more I read, the more I wonder… When something is written down, does that make it true?
If I ever write a story myself it will be to correct the millions misconceptions created by his imaginative license.
