We're each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Wind's Twelve Quarters, Volume 1
I like things a completely normal amount.
We're each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Wind's Twelve Quarters, Volume 1