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Doctor Hoffman’s injections remain as unpredictable as is she.  The only correlation I have noted has been the seeming ruthlessness in my spirit that has increased with the dosages.  Yes, the beast was within me before, but it was methodical, careful, and showed remorse.  I can remember feeling those things and being that man, but I simply do not care that those elements have escaped me.  That separation is deeply disturbing… intellectually.  This evening, I shall kill Margaret Evans, and I do not care of the moral implications.  I am doing so because I must and because I can.  Is this the end result of all of Doctor Hoffman’s work?  A man who plots death with nary a care?

This, too, is humanity.  Which, then, is the true beast?

BC

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