Resilience, immanence, numen—qualities his discipline is notoriously poor in measuring
“People make reality. Hydroelectric dams. Undersea tunnels. Supersonic transport. Tough to stand against that.”
Watchman smiles, tired. “We don’t make reality. We just evade it. So far. By looting natural capital and hiding the costs. But the bill is coming, and we won’t be able to pay.”
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Long past the hour when his clenched fists would have given out, they whoop descant to the storm.
DAYS PASS, wet and icy, each more miserable than the last. The sitters that were to relieve Watchman and Maidenhair never show. The standoff enters week two, and the ring of workers at the foot of Mimas turns angry.
“You’re out in the middle of nowhere. Four miles from the nearest person. Things…
The judge frowns. “What grows back after a clear-cut isn’t a forest?”
Frustration boils over in her. “You can replace forests with plantations. You can also arrange Beethoven’s Ninth for solo kazoo.” Everyone laughs but the judge. “A suburban backyard has more diversity than a tree farm!”
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