Not an ugly color, Nanny thought. Just not a human color.
Oh now that's a blueprint for an impossibly rosy future
...the reasons just reassemble themselves in different patterns every time I think about it.
How deeply bound by cords of family anger we all are[...]None of us breaks free.
We live in our tales of ourselves, she thought, and ignore as best we can the contradictions, and the lapses, and the abrasions of plot against our mortal souls.
Begging your pardon, sir....One population can't make peace with another by force.