Authors do not supply imaginations, they expect their readers to have their own, and to use it
What are friends for, if not to help bear our sins?
Authors do not supply imaginations.
Lies, injustice, and hypocrisy are a part of every ordinary community. Most people achieve a sort of protective immunity, a kind of callousness, toward them. If they didn't, they couldn't endure.
If sex isn't a joke, what is it?
Children aren't everything. There are other things in the world, though I admit some people don't seem to suspect it.