As nightmarishly lethal, memetically programmed death-machines went, these were the nicest you could ever hope to meet.

Mortals are easily tempted to pinch the life out of their neighbor’s buzzing glory, and think that such killing is no murder.

My point is that one person is responsible, Always. If H-bombs exist--and they do--some man controls them. In terms of morals there is no such thing as 'state'. Just men. Individuals. Each responsible for his own acts.

When am I going to see you?"  "Do you really want to know?"  "Very much."  "Never," I said, and hung up with a resolute click.

Written By Sylvia Plath

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