Maybe that's all demons ever are. People like us, doing things without even knowing what we're doing.
A person is what he says and does; that's how you learn whether his reputation was earned or manufactured.
Government is all show when it isn't murder in the dark ... or soldiers in the open.
Then, as Father had trained him, Rigg thought past his feelings.
Everything was a test. Or a lesson. Or a punishment from which he was supposed to learn a lesson, on which he would be tested later, and punished if he hadn't learned it.
She likes us,” said Umbo. “I know, I could feel it too,” said Rigg. “She’s really glad to have us here. I think she loves us like her own children.” “Whom she murdered and cut up into the stew.” “They were delicious.
(Rigg) had often complained that all these languages were useless, and Father had only said, "A man who speaks but one language understands none.
He committed the crime of stupidity while under my command," said Citizen. "Oh my," said Rigg. "They're handing out the death penalty for that these days?
A regime that wraps itself in the flag of truth fears truth most of all, for if its story is falsified to the slightest degree, its authority is gone.
But Father has also taught him: Treat a man as if he had a fine reputation to protect, and he will usually endeavor to deserve it.
