Someday, perhaps, the unhappiest and
most destructive of our kind will simply be loved by the rest of us
into grace — caressed, as it were, by the whole human race. Now,
look at the face. Look, and then ask yourself: Am I willing to love?
Or am I above such tragic disgrace? And: If I am above, how came I to be so
unlike the truth I proclaim — that we all still belong, however far
we have strayed?