“Like all walls it was ambiguous, two-faced. What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side of it you were on.” “She did not reassure him. She did not tell him he was like everyone else. She said, “I’ll never know anyone like you again, Shev.” All the same, a rejection […]

via Selections from Ursula K. Le Guin’s “The Dispossessed” — Serum