Today as for my name it is Hamish.

'You keep out of their way. There are too many secret societies out there, and they have no loyalties and no love. Commercial, independant, government, they're all in the same boat. They range from the barely competent to the deeply dangerous. Hey, old wolf, I heard a joke you'd like the other day. How do you know the cIA weren't involved in the Kennedy Assassingation?'

'I've heard it,' said Wednesday.

There are accounts which, if we open our hearts to them will cut is too deeply. Look - here is a good man, good by his own lights and the lights of his friends: he is faithful and true to his wife, he adores and lavishes attention on his little children, he cares about his country, he does his job punctiliously, as best he can. So, efficiently and good-naturedly, he exterminates Jews: he appreciates the music that plays in the background to pacify then; he advises the Jews not to forget their identification numbers as they go into the showers - many people, he tells them, forget their numbers, take the wrong clothes, when they come out of the showers. This calms the Jews: there will be life, they assure themselves, after the showers. And they are wrong. Our man supervises the detail taking the bodies to the ovens; and if there is anything he feels bad about, it is that he still allows the gassing of "vermin" to affect him. Were he a truly good man, he knows, he would feel nothing but joy, as the earth is cleansed of its pests.

Leave him; he cuts too deep. He is too close to us and it hurts.