His thoughts wandered again. Almost unconsciously he traced with his finger in the dust on the table:thehog said:Happy ending?
'They can't get inside you,' she had said. But they could get inside you. 'What happens to you here is for ever,' O'Brien/Brailsford had said. That was a true word. There were things, your own acts, from which you could never recover. Something was killed in your breast: burnt out, cauterized out.