It Wasn't Torpor That Kept Her -

I'm Going Mad, I Told Myself. Let Me Not Be Mad.

He Never Believed In Fate Or Providence, Or The Future Being Made By Someone In The Sky. Instead, At Every Instant, A Trillion Trillion Possible Futures; The Pickiness Of Pure Chance And Physical Laws Seemed Like Freedom From The Scheming Of A Gloomy God.

She Loved Him, Though Not At This Particular Moment.

Shall There Be Womanly Times? Or Shall We Die?

In The First Half Of The 20th Century, We Lived Through Human Disasters On A Scale Unimaginable. The Holocaust Was Once Suggested Would Be The End Of Not Only Civilization, But Art, Too.