The machine conceals the machinations.
In the tale, in the telling, we are all one blood.
There is no information about corporations. There is only disinformation.
My great-aunt. . . . said nobody under 18 had any business reading Dickens. . . . She was right.
After a long time spent learning how to write as a woman instead of as an honorary man, I was able to come back to Earthsea and write the next three books in another and newer tradition: that of questioning, rather than accepting, the gendering of power as male.
You cannot blame everything on the enemy.