“The reason all of this is so horrible,” McVries said, “is because it’s just trivial. You know? We’ve sold ourselves and traded our souls on trivialities. Olson, he was trivial. He was magnificent, too, but those things aren’t mutually exclusive. He was magnificent and trivial. Either way, or both, he died like a bug under a microscope.” “You’re as bad as Stebbins,” Garraty said resentfully. “I wish Priscilla had killed me,” McVries said. “At least that wouldn’t have been—” “Trivial,” Garraty finished.
