Manhunt. Volume 6, Number 2, February 1958

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Each new morning, Anton Druller whispered to himself a certain sentence, which was also a resolution, and the wonderful part of it was that it worked. I will not kill anybody to-day, Anton told himself, and he did not that day, and in this manner twenty years had passed, day by day, during which he had killed no one, not even one person.

Of late years, he had begun to feel that this morning ritual could perhaps be skipped, since he had grown into the habit of not killing, but still he never skipped it. He did not want to take any chances, although he was sure that he could trust himself now.

It had been difficult at first, of course; so many temptations, so many opportunities, and his need had been so great; but except for the passionate moments of his need, he did not really want to kill; he wanted, rather, to remain gentle and kind. He shuddered when he recalled the terrible wrongs he had done to other human beings.

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