From my saved notes - He had grown up in a country run by politicians who sent the pilots to man the bombers to kill the babies to make the world safe for children to grow up in.
- They washed up the dishes and went to bed. In bed, they made love. Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; re-made all the time, made new. When it was made, they lay in each other’s arms, holding love, asleep.
Also this - “Come on up with me,” he said. “It’s raining already.” In fact it was, the endless warm drizzle of spring – the ice of Antarctica, falling softly on the heads of the children of those responsible for melting it.
Well he thought he was benevolent, but actually he was an egotist from the start, blind to himself
A well observed so called "alpha male" problem.
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Kite, Rebel, Blondie, Drew 🤗🤗🤗
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Did you finish the January book Milia?
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I'm on my third Ursula Le Guin novel since finishing the Lathe of Heaven
Reading The Dispossessed now
