Whatever purpose Snevets had in committing these crimes, it started to weigh on him. His later jobs were more workman-like and earnest. He increasingly regarded his job as gravely important–more than that, critical for the world. That is a lot of weight on one’s shoulders. To tell you the truth, I missed the playfulness of his earlier crimes when he would do things with words just because he could. Sometimes it felt like he was as surprised as we were, like he was discovering himself. If he hadn’t made a fool of me so many times, I would have really enjoyed it.

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