Chapter III

III

Here is what I did not understand about precision: that it has a cost, and the cost is paid by you.

Each correction was defensible. That is the whole indictment. Not one of them was wrong. Not one of them was asked for. A hundred small punctures, each with a reason, and you left the room holding something smaller than what you carried in.

You said: it feels like bleeding. I had no answer, because it is exactly that, and the wound has no single edge to point to.