“Be firm, my soul. I promise we’ll return to all this later. We’ll suffer together until we perish. We’ll think through everything until we go insane. It will be a satisfying moment in the still of the night, with no eye to observe or ear to eavesdrop, when pain, delirium, and tears are unveiled…far from any critic or scold. Then there’s the old well. I’ll remove the cover, scream down it to the resident demons, and confide my woes to the tears collected in the belly of the earth there from sad people everywhere. Don’t capitulate. Beware, for the world seems as
