And okay, fair enough, but there is this unwritten contract between author and reader and I think not ending your book kind of violates that contract.

Most loves don't last. But some do.

Because it's kind of great, being an idea that everybody likes. But I could never be the idea to myself, not all the way.

I ran like a cheetah - well, like a cheetah that smoked too much.

The prospect of a world that contains neither humans nor Z's is not so terrifying. Nature will take its world back. Animals will frolic and fight. There will be no lord of the manor, which is not such a bad thing, because it seems to me that people have done a pretty poor job of guiding the biosphere for the last few thousand years.

This is so much fun, but I’m so sleepy. To be continued?

But before we can radically reshape the world, we need to shop.