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She was herself, unique, impossible to confuse with anyone else, and that only made it worse.
but a more reactionary old xenophobe would be hard to find.
for Lady Sonja believed in massing overwhelming firepower and simply smashing away until something gave, which at least had the virtue of simplicity.
she wore an unmistakable air of competent professionalism.
like a man testing an old wound and finding its familiar pain unchanged,
were no bad crews, only bad captains.
"Not stupid, Mr. McKeon. Just very, very human."
strange smile, compounded of fatigue, worry, awareness of her own ignorance, and an odd undercurrent that might almost be excitement—and
The bigger the lie, apparently, the more likely the uninformed were to accept it, simply because they couldn't believe any government would tell such an absurd story unless it were true.
