In Difference

I raised my head. Her posture and expression made it clear to me that she had grown tired of being the anterior of my witticisms. So I smirked.

"There's only the feeble gray of civilization. The most intense, whether dark or light, are thrown out, above and below respectively."

"True, but the sand on the seashore does not favor those who are drowned most regularly by the tide." My eyebrows met, discussed her proposition, and promptly dismissed it.

"Segregation occurs by bits, by leaps, by the nation. There is no time or calculation, it is over before you can even consider its existence. It is" I emphasized, "completely natural."

Clearly she was fed up.