"The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked. Who can know it?"

?The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked. Who can know it??
"He was too pretty, too delicate and fair-skinned; each of his features was shaped with a sensitive accuracy, and a girlish tenderness softened his eyes, which were brown and very large. His brown hair, cut short, was streaked with pure yellow strands. A kind of tired, imploring expression masked his thin face, and there was an unyouthful sag about his shoulders." Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms.

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