We are a continuum of human experience, neither the worst nor the best thing we have ever done. Or, more exactly, we are both the best thing and the worst thing we’ve ever done. We are all of it, all at once, all the time. But here on the Outs, I’ve rejoined the good people, the people who have not done wrong. Who can blame Harriet for preferring that I be one of them? I want to be one of them, and at work I can pretend I am.
