Notes: Chapter Forty-Eight · 1:47pm May 19th, 2016
“I think about my education sometimes. I went to the University of Chicago for awhile after the Second World War. I was a student in the Department of Anthropology. At that time they were teaching that there was absolutely no difference between anybody.
They may be teaching that still.
Another thing they taught was that no one was ridiculous or bad or disgusting. Shortly before my father died, he said to me, ‘You know - you never wrote a story with a villain in it.’
I told him that was one of the things I learnt in college after the war.”
- Kurt Vonnegut Jr. Slaughterhouse Five.
There’s always another secret.
- Brandon Sanderson, Mistborn.
This was always where we were going. These scenes—perhaps not in fine detail, but these scenes nonetheless—were conceived way back in early 2012. I’m . . . well, nervous is one word. Curious is another. Most of my cards are on the table, and everyone should be well aware of where I personally come down on with regard to these issues. That said, I did my best to make every side of the argument as strong as possible.
Welcome to the endgame.
Our best hope spent our best years locked away, burning the few Slivers we still possess.
