The distances are the only things that are real, he thought to himself. With time he had thought they had given some shape to his life. With time. The negative space, the background material, somehow giving the vague, indeterminate and shadowy image some kind of stability. Of all the silences in the world this is the one he knew best and thought it would be incorrect to say that he had grown to love it it was fair to conclude that he had grown so used to it that it glittered like a large, old coin, 1837, he once found in the dust of his backyard. It conferred on him a temporary but delightful sense of knowing the correct words, the way a king might speak after a crown was placed on his head. What was that word, again?
The rosebushes in the cemented front garden were like the 1970s. A locked glance amongst strangers and then it broke, as she turned on her heels.
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Some common sense:
'But it is absolutely negligent to talk about power and abuse without any context, in some gender-free vacuum. If we cannot talk about historical abuse and how male privilege operated to make it so risk-free, then it won't go away. Abuse is always an expression of power. Not acknowledging that power is another way of silencing its victims.'
---The Guardian.
'The media were making monsters of "misguided young men, rather pathetic figures" who were getting coverage "more than their wildest dreams", said Dearlove, adding: "It is surely better to ignore them."...It was time, he said to move away from the "distortion" of the post-9/11 mindset, make "realistic risk assessments" and think rationally about the causes of the crisis in the Middle East.'
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