They're out there now, hidden, yet their motives are understandable, but this one is different. His acts are so wretched, so evil that...only if I become him, if I cut the child's throat myself...if I run my knife through the helpless body and pluck innocent eyes from a horrified face...only then will I come to truly understand what I am. Only then will I recognize what drives me is not an absence of emotion at all. Rather, a torrent of feeling. The kind that gives meaning and purpose to my own blackened soul. THE ALIENIST | 1.01 — The Boy on the Bridge















