Century Trilogy 03 – Edge of Eternity

Time’s glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood and bring truth to light, To stamp the seal of time in aged things, To wake the morn and sentinel the night, To wrong the wronger till he render right, To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours And smear with dust their glittering golden towers. Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece

When George was young, ‘black’ was a vulgar term, ‘colored’ was more dainty, and ‘Negro’ was the polite word, used by the liberal New York Times, always with a capital letter, like ‘Jew’. Now ‘Negro’ was considered condescending and ‘coloured’ evasive, and everyone talked about black people, the black community, black pride, and even black power. Black is beautiful, they said. George was not sure how much difference the words made.

We were just two boys. I escaped because I had to. He shot me because he had to. It’s the Wall that is evil

Music was consoling. It was abstract, just notes and their relationships. There were no spies, no traitors, no policemen, no walls.

It’s not conclusive,” Beep said. “But it’s strong evidence.”

One door closes and another opens.”

Okay, I’m outvoted, I concede.”

means that if you bought fish and chips for a girl she would let you finger her.”
“Remember the days when that was daring?” Walli said nostalgically.
“Everything’s different now, thank God,” said Beep. “The old rules don’t apply anymore. Love is free.”

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.”

This one is for my little girl