Sublime

the head of the Campus Committee for Unity and Multiplicity,

Everything is good for them, the woman thought suddenly. The thought startled her. Its violence. Gil’s bracelet clicked against his keyboard. The woman remembered a line from the jaded elder’s draft of the project, now deleted: Can the University be a place of both training and transformation?

And who named the structure, who got to pick?

The foam was in his head now and he must tread in her wake forever.

And it seemed to him that the volatility of their emotions, the sizzling whirl of the orders they obeyed, mirrored the fitful crackle of the blue anklets they wore in place of chains.

stressing the need for understanding across the human spectrum, and winning a burst of enthusiastic applause.

nisei

ululations