Shakespeare shook his head and sunk his chin into his ruff, making him look more owl-like than ever. “I have written about other worlds often enough. I have said what I can say. There are many kinds of reality. This is but one kind.

Too often, a problem is allowed to fester until it reaches a crisis point... and the American people are left asking the question: what went wrong and why?

Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.

Written By Margaret Atwood

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