Oh, yes we do. Don’t sit there and shake your head at me. You steal things too, so stop denying it. Before long you will steal one of my ideas; I just know you will. You are just like me, you thief.
I am inexplicable drawn to steal. I see a word I like, I take it. I see an idea that someone comes up with and I borrow that without ever asking. I take it and run. I never look back. And I feel no remorse for either act, for I am such a thief.
Oh, you do it as well. Don’t start lying, too. Stealing is bad enough, don’t you think?
Now, it’s not often that I stop to brag, but I thought that this was a good time to do so.
I wrote some crap yesterday, which, after a good night of rest, looked weak and feeble to me. Heck, it looked like me! Holy moley, I thought! So I got up, and after a cup of coffee I went looking around, and what do you know? I found me a word I liked, so I stole it. I took a couple of ideas with me, as well. Boy, that Clive can write. But I tell you what -- he should lock up words like Prairie.
I feel better now, confessing this, for now my appetite has abated. I am satisfied. But tomorrow is another day, so look out. This thief is always on the prowl.