[from Fanny Howe's The Deep North, Sun and Moon, 1988]
There is no longer any class outside the class of character, and no history to put your faith in.
You can actually live as if you have no culture, no perspective particular to a date in time.
You are an individual whose prime and solitary property is your own body.
Dying becomes a hell beyond all reason or justics in this ahistorical context.
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