It was bloody hot in there. Imagine a sauna turned up to where you imagine you're cooking there, like a Christmas goose. I felt dizzy. Bloody toga. But still, I could hear him talking about choices. I wanted to believe that I was imagining this, that he really didn't have to choose between the deaths of over twenty thousand people, including us, versus the end of the world. He made it all sound so simple. So bloody rational. Of course, keep in mind that this is the same man who fought a fifteen... read more
