"“Will you go home again?” Would I go home again? To the lies the songfathers told? To the pain of the House Without a Name? To that terrible destiny for my daughters? To connivance at that evil by my sons? To sell truth and wisdom short in order to buy the false hope of immortality? Somehow I got to my feet. “No,” I cried. My voice was the cry of a small bird against that mighty thunder. Still I cried, “No. I will not!”"