There were frogs all right, thousands of them. Their voices beat the night, they boomed and barked and croaked and rattled. They sang to the stars, to the waning moon, to the waving grasses. They bellowed long songs and challenges.

“Virtue is venerable as nothing else in this world is.”

“You are not a man anymore. You are a soldier. Your comfort is of no importance …”

“Nearly everyone in the world has appetites and impulses, trigger emotions, isla…”

“Maybe ever’body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.”