“Why won’t you leave me alone?” I whispered one night as he hovered behind me while I tried to work at my desk. “Then I’d be alone, too,” he said, and he stayed the whole night through, till the lamps burned down to nothing.
“The people would love you for a time. But what would they think when […] all those who remember your sacrifices are dust in the ground, how long do you think it will take for their children or their grandchildren to turn on you?”
