JOSEPHINE MACNAIR—MINISTER OF MAGIC
“That was a while ago,” she says, “It’s not enough. I’m tired of playing the game. This is the wrong place for me to be.” She doesn’t mean my house. She means her body. She means the planet Earth. I can see the same thing she’s seeing; it’s a cliff edge, it’s a bridge with a steep drop, it’s the end. That’s what she wants: The End. Like the end of a story.” — My Last Duchess.









