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He always found it a miracle that anyone wanted his company. Women especially—men will cuddle a rock.
That was when the Redeemer learned that his talent lay not so much in being brutal as in knowing what kind of courage every fix requires.
The Redeemer had never contemplated suicide, not even the time Dolphin had pulled him out of that black hole. Whenever he heard about someone who’d decided to cut their own life short he was shocked, especially if it was someone who had the strength to defend themselves; it surprised him not because he thought it was wrong but because he suddenly saw that person like they belonged to an entirely different species, and was astonished they inhabited the same planet. People who could make decisions they weren’t prepared for. So you want to inhale ammonia? You fuckin sure? Dead silence.
For Martha
people, all people, are like dark stars: what we see is different from the thing itself, which has already disappeared, already changed, even a single second after the light or evil has been discharged.
See, men will fuck a chair, even if it’s missing a leg, but when women fuck an ugly man or a jerk it’s not because we’ll fuck any old thing, it’s cos that’s the way things start and we know there’s more to it. Men don’t come to see that till years later, once they’ve stopped mounting anything that crosses their path.
