I imagined that I had encountered all possible cruelties.
For a long time, I had understood the worst pain was to be denied that for which we thirsted. The centuries passed, each colder than the last, and that knowledge was the sharpest thorn GW had left in our
But I have been wrong so often before, and so I was again then. In those days, once the James had broken the NDA, and company small print crumbled around us, we learned just how far we still had to go.
The greatest cruelty, you see, was not being deprived of what we wanted. The greatest cruelty, as it turned out, was being given it.