Chapter 26

“I remember reading, or seeing a program, or whatever,” I began, speaking quietly, my head still lowered. “It was years ago. It talked about how modern people are cursed with too much freedom.”

I raised my head to look at my companion, and was surprised to see him nodding.

“Yeah,” he said. “That’s why a lot of young people join the military. It’s why I did, I guess. And I wanted to be—challenged, I wanted something to push against—” He paused.

“So you can feel alive,” I suggested, and he nodded again.

“That’s right. It’s like,” he pushed one fist against the open palm of his other hand in front of him, “that.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, appreciating to an almost dizzying degree how wonderfully this gesture of male preening showed off the man’s muscles. “I mean, liberation—okay. But that’s not enough.” I nodded toward him. “Like that—something to push against.”