"Police swine," he growled. The wet asphalt shone like a photographic film, dark brown in the light of the yellow lamps, and Esch saw before him the Statue of Liberty whose torch consumed and released all the husks of one's past life, delivering into flame all that was dead and gone -- and if that was murder, it was a kind of murder beyond the jurisdiction of the police: murder in the cause of redemption.
Friday, February 19, 2010
The Sleepwalkers - pg. 259
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