The hysterical activities of the charity-mongeresses have incidentally been avoided, and their energies diverted to occupations less destructive to life.

I wake up from the bed that looks like a dreary dream, I walk slowly on the old and stained carpet, I hear my empty shoes move around in the closet, and then, they come out and follow me around all over my floor, I carry around my bodyful of rapidly poisoning blood.

Section 2 examines the implications of the lack of consensus around what it means to be open, focusing on the example of commercial and proprietary claims to openness commonly known as ‘openwashing’.

We have taken an age-old country, and we have suddenly, in 30 years, pitchforked it into the middle of the factory system.