"Kasper remembered the scissors in his hand. He looked at the man's throat. Where the sterno-cleido muscle passes behind the jawbone. It would take one thrust. The point of the scissors would go through the base of the skull and into the brain. There would be one less black sound hole in the world.
He closed his eyes. He heard the anger. It was not his. It had entered through a hole in his system. All of us are acoustically perforated, like Swiss cheese. What has the right to be another's executioner?"