Unk had no way of judging the quality of the information contained in the letter. He accepted it all hungrily, uncritically. And, in accepting it, Unk gained an understanding of life that was identical with the writer's understanding of life. Unk wolfed down a philosophy.

“It's all like an ocean!" cried Dostoevski. I say it's all like cellophane.”

“It will be your generation that will grow up in the glorious new era when peopl…”

“You are pooped and demoralised,” read Dwayne. “Why wouldn’t you be? Of course i…”

“All was forgiven.All living things were brothers, and all dead things were even…”