Children embarrass us because they point ever too cleverly and clearly to our denial of personal, material, and maternal history. This accounts, in part, for academia's pedophobia and the hush-hush we maintain about parenting.
Alma isn’t made of stone, even if she approaches her strange situation with a rational skepticism. Against her best judgement, she starts to like Tom, to warm to his attempts at seduction and ingratiation.
“Including having a bouncer on the premises?” “A bouncer?” “A guy in a uniform who gets rid of querysome people by talking their hind legs off—but making it clear that if necessary he'd pull them off with his bare hands.”
The difficulties which arise when universal coinage schemes are brought forward ought not to conceal from us the solid advantages which such an institution would confer on the world... The question of mint pars would no longer arise, and the specie points would be stated more simply.
