“It makes me frightened for you,” said Maud. She broke away and went to stand by the chair. “It isn’t fair, or right.” How empty his limbs felt. He pressed his fingertips against the clothbound edition of Herodotus. “Yes, it’s an abomination,” he said, lightly, although he knew it wasn’t. Knew it couldn’t be. It was the cleanest, purest part of him.
