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It's interesting to consider the extent to which ubiquitous surveillance will create a new Victorian respectability, where discovery is ruinous. That may not be as bad as The World Without Second Chances data fusion is building.
"You see, if the 3 take back their feathers why, then she perhaps might take hers back too. She said because had I fallen, although she would have felt lonely all her life, she would none the less have surely known that she and I would see much of one another — afterwards."
"I have a hope that if — this fault can be repaired we might still, perhaps, see something of one another — afterwards."
Nothing more awful than to watch a man who has been found out, not in a crime but in a more than criminal weakness. The commonest sort of fortitude prevents us from becoming criminals in a legal sense; it is from weakness unknown, but perhaps suspected,
as in some parts of the world you suspect a deadly snake in every bush—from weakness that may lie hidden, watched or unwatched, prayed against or manfully scorned, repressed or maybe ignored more than half a lifetime, not one of us is safe.
There goes Jim. He was one of us.
