Here, In The Bare Dark Face Of

My Gratitude Extends Beyond The Limits Of My Capacity To Express It.

I Held My Crotch, Closed My Eyes And Repeated My Secret Catechism.

That Was How Divorced From The Human Scale Modern Warfare Had Become. You Could Smash And Destroy From Unthinkable Distances, Obliterate Planets From Beyond Their Own System And Provoke Stars Into Novae From Light-years Off... And Still Have No Good Idea Why You Were Really Fighting.

I'm A Devoted Husband. That Must Strike You As Totally Deviant.

I Think The Easiest People To Fool Are Ourselves. Fooling Ourselves May Even Be A Necessary Precondition For Fooling Others.