The Unlikely Escape of Uriah Heep

by H.G. Parry

Words on paper are quiet, and porous; in the right mood, I sink down between the gaps in the letters and they close over my head.

I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, sir, because I’m not myself, you see.

History is every bit as much of a story as fiction. There’s no reason a reader can’t construct their own Duke of Wellington just as clearly as they might construct their own personal Uriah Heep. If you’re wanting some sort of theory about what we’re made of, old thing, that’s the best I can do. We’re half words, and half thought.”

Kind people don’t make things happen. They try to prevent bad things from happening, and they fail, and they live in fear of that failure.