Because while our armies are invading other countries, they are staunchly engaged in carrying out their own private, inexplicable war on all the cockroaches in the world.

A century ago she might have been beautiful, her face reflected in the river instead of a mirror. But all the years have changed more than the shape of our blood and eyes. We wear fear now like a turquoise choker, like a familiar shawl.

Notice the malice toward an independent man. Look back at your own life. Howard, and at the people you've met. They know. They're afraid. You're a reproach.

You'd better hope they're not checking chromosomes at the door.

Written By John Irving

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