I haven't had a chance to really start Pentiment yet, I've been in the word mines all day, but I did start it up yesterday night long enough to know that it was torrid. It's an act of romantic worship, truly niche pornography; a sonar pulse that generates a three dimensional image of the wanton beasts responsible for its manufacture. They are utterly known to me, now. Indeed, they are known to all of us. And they are shameless things.
