She lived in fear of his shifting moods, his volatile temperament, his insistence on steering even mundane exchanges down a confrontational path that, on occasion, he would resolve with punches, slaps, kicks, and sometimes try to make amends for with polluted apologies, and sometimes not.

Not about mean old nasty Mars, I tell you, mister! It’s your type that is going to boil for years, and suffer and break out in black pimples and be tortured——” “I must admit Earth isn’t very nice. You’ve described it beautifully.

For wolves and pigs and bears, thinking that they’re human is a tragedy. For a cat, it’s an experience.

People eat and sleep in the shadow of what we do

Written By Don DeLillo

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