The Institute

by Stephen King

Philistines…

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“Trump and his cronies took it all back. They understand culture no more than a donkey understands algebra.”

He was touched and surprised—not for the first time—by the ordinary kindness and generosity of ordinary folks, especially those without much to spare. America was still a good place, no matter how much some (including himself, from time to time) might disagree.

And so he set out for DuPray. Great events turn on small hinges.

Around and around it went, and what was round had no point, any fool knew that.

“You know, Jamieson, this life we think we’re living isn’t real. It’s just a shadow play, and I for one will be glad when the lights go out on it. In the dark, all the shadows disappear.”

Those things make you believe for awhile that all of this is real. That it matters. But it’s not and it doesn’t.”

It was so simple, but it was a revelation: what you did for yourself was what gave you the power.