Blue-eyed women he believed there were in Kashmir, but here was the mythical Englishry of fair hair as well.

This is an underexplored problem in ethics.

“He called you a boring Stepford wife.” A boring Stepford wife, Molly thought. For a moment it seemed to her that she was once more in prison, eating the tasteless food, hearing the click of locks, lying awake for sleepless night after sleepless night.

And Rinda was suddenly aware of a blue bruise just beneath his left eye. He saw her studying it. A lovepat from my Uncle Rolfe, he said bitterly.