Are we to assist it in gaining power in order to save our lives? Is that the paradox of our earthly situation?

Life is short. Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like concrete worm. Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passage over or across it. Here …

To save one life, Mr. Tagomi had to take two. The logical, balanced mind cannot make sense of that. A kindly man like Mr. Tagomi could be driven insane by the …

This is an artifact and that was a relic. This is alive in the now, whereas that merely remained.

She must transform his hands so they will be willing to twist the rope around throats that have been singled out as hers was, throats other than hers. She must…

In order to avoid her death, her particular death, with wrung neck and swollen tongue, she must marry the hangman.

Among so many conflicting ideas an so many different perspectives, the honest man is confused and distressed and the skeptic becomes wicked ... Since one must …