We create the illusions we need to go on. And one day, when they no longer dazzle or comfort, we tear them down, brick by glittering brick, until we are left with nothing but the bright light of honesty. The light is liberating. Necessary. Terrifying. We stand naked and emptied before it. And when it is too much for our eyes to take, we build a new illusion to shield us from its relentless truth.
Libba BrayIโm from the health department. Youโve heard of Typhoid Mary? This fellaโs got enough typhoid to start his own colony.
Libba BrayA pair of Blue Noses on the next bench glared their disapproval at Evieโs knee-length dress. Evie decided to give them a real show. She hiked her skirt and, humming jauntily, rolled down her stockings, exposing her legs. It had the desired effect on the Blue Noses, who moved down the platform, clucking about the โdisgrace of the young.โ She would not miss this place.
Libba Bray