Violence translates itself.
Today is the start of a new political era.
Is silence violence?
Leave it to Le Guin...
What is the plow, and whose bones are those?
Bats have echolocation to navigate through space, but what is it called when beings navigate according to time?
Are we defined by what we avoid?
We take something back to our nest.
How far will we go to justify our beliefs?
A thesis for the novel reveals itself.