Perhaps the thing that makes you happy is even the specific aspect of the strain, the concentration of all strain upon the body that you’re now heading back to. Right now—or not yet, or not any more—you aren’t ready to reject this form of effort outright, this effort that challenges only the body a…
rau Bertram starts crying. You notice how porous all fate is and you understand the leap into hoping. Hoping for the deus ex machina, hoping for a superhero or anyone, really—all that’s perfectly understandable here in the stairwell with your quietly weeping neighbor Frau Bertram, but five minutes …