The spirit of revolution

March 31, 2017

I’ve known cowards, she said. I’ve known men who did not know enough to know their own minds. But they were so rarely mean-hearted.

He’s not so much cowardly as stupid, he said. I’ve known men like that, and the stupider they are, the meaner they get.

She thought about the man with the blackest heart she knew, about the night she lay crumpled, waiting for him to leave. She thought about all the times she’d said no and had been overridden.

I can’t take much more of this, she said, and the spirit of revolution rose inside her.

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