A large, pale moth fluted around the room and alighted on the rim of the lampshade, imprinting its shadow on the wall. I reached over to flick it away, but my hand was stayed by a voice in my head. The souls of the people we once loved, come to watch over us.
“Insight comes, more often than not, from looking at what’s been on the table all along, in front of everybody, rather than from discovering something new.”
—David McCullough
People are happy enough rich, and people are happy enough poor. But it’s hard to imagine anyone happy without a feeling that their actions have some impact, however small. Even if you’re not going to be remembered by history, you want to be remembered by your barista. The prisoner, though largely robbed of power, is probably happier if he can vex... See more