We feel pain; what we don't feel is fear. Or rather, we've learned to separate pain and fear

She never touched me, at least not as she had before, not with the promise of decades of passion in out future. She knew, but I did not yet know

It made me wonder if perhaps our ancestors' crimes were not in fact far more terrible than they claimed. After all, the only histories we possessed told their …

I was the last to know what was happening to me. Or at least I was the last to know that I knew

The lyf so short, the craft so longe to lerne. Th' assay so hard, so sharp the conquerynge, The dredful joye, alwey that slit so yerne; Al this mene I be love.

Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best!

My suffering had left me sad and gloomy.