Or - Perhaps - I Should Just

It Is Very, Very Dangerous To Come Between A Person And Their Beliefs.

Better To Accept The Wretched Truth Than Struggle, Twisting To Make A Wish A Reality.

To Be Silent. In Hopes Of Not Offending, In Hopes Of Being Accepted. But What Happened To People Who Never Spoke, Never Raised Their Voices? Kept Everything Inside? Gamache Knew What Happened. Everything They Swallowed, Every Word, Thought, Feeling Rattled Around Inside, Hollowing The Person Out. And Into That Chasm They Stuffed Their Words, Their Rage.

Peter Swept Aside Yogi Tea And Harmony Herbal Blend, Though He Hesitated A Second Over The Chamomile. .... But No. Violent Death Demanded Earl Grey.

But There Was No Hiding From Conscience. Not In New Homes And New Cars. In Travel. In Meditation Or Frantic Activity. In Children, In Good Works. On Tiptoes Or Bended Knee. In A Big Career. Or A Small Cabin. It Would Find You. The Past Always Did. Which Was Why... It Was Vital To Be Aware Of Actions In The Present. Because The Present Became The Past, And The Past Grew. And Got Up, And Followed You. And Found You... Who Wouldn't Be Afraid Of This?