text: I should say that at first I wasn’t so sure what I’d done was all that awful, and I certainly didn’t concur with the character judgment implicit in such a definition. It didn’t seem in my case to be fair. I felt this way because I’d always had an exceptionally inquisitive mind, a mind that, forever in search of the deepest truths, often compelled me to challenge things (the assumption that boundary lines in nature are fixed and inviolable for example) that others never questioned. And that was a good thing, right? What’s more—and who would argue with this?—when you call your dog “Maureen” you're clearly asking for trouble. And not only that, hadn't Larry Flynt confessed to the SERIAL RAPING OF CHICKENS without suffering one iota of damage to his reputation?