When Orpheus looked back, Jake, it wasn’t stupid. The myths are slanderous. It wasn’t the sudden fear that she wasn’t there that turned his head. It was the threatening light from above. What if it was not the same, out there? It’s so human, to turn and catch the eye of your companion on a return journey, to share a moment’s terror that everything you know will have changed.
China Miéville, Looking For Jake
The forms appeared very official, though I had the impression it was more for intelligence than preparation. Discovering I was American gave them pause - I could see it - the flicker of uncertainty when they viewed the addresses of my next-of-kin, assessing my whiteness, wondering if or how the fear-mongering stateside press would react if my body turned up on a beach in ____.