Do you want some aspirin?
At some point, even the greatest misery begins to fade. Life, or what passes for life, plods on in it’s own unending weary footsteps, and somehow we plod along with it, if we stay lucky.
The mission sat in a converted store front on the corner of a medium-busy street. There was a small crowd gathered in front – no real surprise, since they gave out food and clothing, all all you had to do was spend a few moments of your life listening to the good reverend explain why you were going to Hell. It seemed like a pretty good bargain, even to me, but I wasn’t hungry.
But hold on: Didn’t I remember that the original language of the Bible was not Hebrew but something else? I beat my gray cells brutally, and they finally came out with it. Yes, it had been something I remembered from that unimpeachable scholarly source, Raiders of the Lost Ark. And the language I was looking for was Aramaic.
But from the way she was looking at me now, I began to think that perhaps that had been a mistake. Human relationships, especially the whole Being Married Thing, were foreign territory for me. It was clear I should have called to say I would be late-but could the consequences really be this calamitous? Was
Our universe is ruled by random whim, inhabited by people who laugh at logic.
But the rules are made by people who couldn’t win without ’em.
joy. For the first time in my memory, as these passionate strange sensations washed over and through me and finally out and away-for the first time ever I felt something new, different, and unwelcome. I was afraid.
Of course it was a terrible thing, and the world would be a much better place without someone in it who could do that, but did that mean we had to miss lunch?
Kraunauer was waiting for me, standing next to the same young and serious agent who had brought us up. “I’m beginning to believe,