The dreams of children (sooty and sweep), Everywhere. “What will the world be like for me? In twenty-five years time? Will I live with freedom, or cleave to the empty road? And what of my children? And their children before them? The prospect is grandly, execrably, contingent. A thinning ice of certainty.”

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