Today I went outside! Outside into the halls of Rapture. And I found myself beside myself! Oh, how I love this war! The aromas! The sweet roasting of flesh, and the exquisite nasal burn of sulfur. The air ripe with the moans of defeat, the bellowings of victory! Such drama, and all so real. This, this is what the theater can never be, this is life!
What’s Done is Done Our contraption shows us the girl is the flame that shall ignite the world. My brother says we must undo what we have done. But time is more an ocean than a river. Why try to bring in a tide that will only again go out? -Rosalind Lutece, 1909