She could complain that raison d'etat was nothing less than the reflection of my collectivist ethics. But I think her reasoning was a symptom of the very monolithic catastrophe from which we had barely recovered. “There could be no limit to the broad current and pedigree of everyday life”, she cried, from her calm bed in the hotel. And a sharp poignant singing viciously continued.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.