gathered around a creature—a deity, Alice saw, a giant with an elephantine

up the cost of return fare. Then he

searched, the more a pressure built in

“Schopenhauer argued that all art is

a service. The department maintained a state of mourning

infantile cultists who didn’t know

You had to assemble enough proof to convince yourself the world could be another way, and as long as you could trick yourself,

She had outshone at puzzles and abstractions her entire life, and still she had not learned a single thing about how to live.

This is the source of our unease. A paradox means that somewhere along the path, we have gotten something deeply, terribly wrong.