A tiny motor of pleasure had started to hum away inside her, but she was aware, too, of a flash of scorn. How easy it had been to arouse his admiration!

You weighed the future anger of others against the present trouble, and then you pretty much said, O.K. Kick the can down the road.

You couldn’t be certain, in the night, what sort of world the doors might open onto, were you to turn the knob.