Oh, why does compassion weaken us?” “It doesn’t really,” said Rosie, not because she had any idea about it, but because she refused to let it be true. “It doesn’t really. Somewhere where it all balances out—don’t the philosophers have a name for it, the perfect place, the place where the answers live?—if we could go there, you could see it doesn’t. It only looks, a little bit, like it does, from here,
