He closed his eyes, shook his head. If he could get her alone somewhere, somewhere completely private, he'd kill her. He would break a rock over her head and split her skull open so that he could see, just for a second, what the fuck was in her mind.

“It is possible, he thought, to be completely happy in marriage--though you must…”

“Of all the thoughts we think, it's only those that actually manifest themselves…”

“You know, as I've grown older, my ideas about sin have changed. I used to belie…”

“Perhaps it's simply the dual nature of marriage, the proximity of violence and …”