Sublime

He was after all eighty-two years old, and lacked any of the energy, ambition and worldliness, and indeed the drive and determination, needed to ride the tiger of rebellion.

Truthfulness was his last whole good, the thing he had not sheltered or kept small for safety. He had brought it out of the fire, not intact but with appropriate scars. As an abstraction it could not help him, lying inert in the Asian afternoon. Whether it retained any private power remained to be seen.

ambitious young man of thirty-seven with a high forehead, thick,

Part Two

Earl Gerald,

William Adams

Curiosity