There was always something about our family, and I don't mean color--there was something about us that impeded you. You think like a prisoner. You do, Coleman Brutus. You're white as snow and you think like a slave.

Mind has got room,
For interior designing!

The journalistic vision sharpens to the point of maximum impact every event, every individual and social configuration; but the honing is uniform.

No, my Sassenach", he said softly. "Open your eyes. Look at me. For that is your punishment, as it is mine. See what you have done to me, as I have done to you. Look at me.

Written By Diana Gabaldon

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