hf saint

“i didn't see anyone!" she said. "who were you shooting at? what happened?"there was a long silence. the men looked at each other. then clellan spoke, a little tentatively."he's very fast.”

“i was becoming a sack of vomit and fecal matter. i suppose, on reflection, that that is what i had always been, but nature had not formerly imposed this aspect of the human condition quite so vividly upon me.”

“to me it sounded more like a pack of thieves making a deal, but then to me no human activity is so reliably boring and shabby as politics.”