When exactly we accepted injustice as the status quo of our existence, it can only be conjectured, and it was

not childhood’s end that brought this interpretation into its inevitability — for we became dazed long before

we had to fend for ourselves: even when we had time enough and worlds, in the reality we faced, did we

at least always pay lip service to the mammon of cynicism, the wealth of its resignation, even when

in the deepest that we ever dared to go within ourselves, we always believed in the movie endings,

that somehow, good would triumph over evil — all we who had always had the luxury of believing

that we knew this secret of the universe — though not to know why sometimes it was so obviously wrong.