Life's too slippery for books, Clarice; anger appears as lust, lupus presents as hives.
Hannibal Lecter: We live in a primitive time - don't we, Will? - neither savage nor wise. Half measures are the curse of it. Any rational society would either kill me or give me my books.
Back at his chair he cannot remember what he was reading. He feels the books beside him to find the one that is warm.