My doctor told me that my aura of untouchability was weather-bound. His argument was the following: if we were all given one good volley, then we could drag every dog and cat before a tribunal. Didn’t make much sense to me either. An impossible task when all is said and done, or, simply as if it had always been there, resting in the warm dust of the earth.
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