in the Aeneid or If I Die in a Combat Zone that isn’t forsworn before the last pages. You can’t write on hate, it’s a false energy. No great books are full of hate, it cheapens. Negative prose is all parlour tricks. Watch the great writers step around it. I walk out into the night-press mists and dream of words and legends, ships closing on the coast, guides waiting at dawn to climb the mountain, humble souls never speaking out against friends or family. Step on.
