THE BOOK OF EVIDENCE

The sky before us was a smear of crimson on the palest of pale blue and silvery green. I held my face up to the calm sea-light, entranced, expectant, grinning like a loon. I confess I was not entirely sober. It was not just the drink though, that was making me happy, but the tenderness of things, the simple goodness of the world. I have never really got used to being on this earth. Sometimes I think our presence here is due to a cosmic blunder, that we were meant for another planet altogether, with other arrangements, and other laws, and other grimmer skies. I try to imagine it, our true place, off on the far side of the galaxy, whirling and whirling. And the ones who were meant for here, are they out there, baffled and homesick, like us? No, they would have become extinct long ago. How could they survive, these gentle earthlings, in a world that was made to contain us? ---John Banville

This book I'm reading for my lit.. This guy killed a man without any particular reason. He doesnt have anything against him. And he's on trial for murder, with everyone thinking that he must be mad. But he wasnt. The more he speaks the more you think he makes so much sense. He committed murder simply because he could.

Ah. I told May about it and it was the first time she thought something I read was cool. So I thought I'd tell u. Now that it's done I'm getting right back into it then.