Some appear to be open to establishing a pattern whereby even egregious moral failure is a price worth paying for political and cultural power; one need not seek actual goodness, but only not to exceed the badness of one’s opponents.
It is midnight. Not the kind of midnight measured by clocks. The kind that settles into your bones. The kind that lingers long after the sun has risen. We all know this midnight. It is the midnight of the marriage...











