What if you are the agent on the other side of the divide? What if you stepped upon the hands, or toes, of another? Or, for an example recalling the opening scene from Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own (1929): what if you are held to have trespassed on verboten territory, or his turf? What if he erroneously thinks you are not allowed on the soft grass, and are instead bound to stick to the uninviting, unsteadying path lain with gravel? What if his sense of what’s his, proprietarily, or is safeguarding as others’ property, is exaggerated, unjust, and a vestige of history? And what if he is
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