He imagined his past gone, along with his future. Death was the understanding of the immediate present: that there is finally nothing else.

“In the very depths of Hell, do not demons love one another?”

“In the chapel you prayed to be a saint and now I will make you a god.”

“But all morality is of necessity shaped by context. I'm not talking relativism,…”

“And oh, how she pitched herself into things. She would draw pictures all day lo…”