Colson is changed. There is a caution in him, and a watchfulness that secretly alarms me. After the fire, there was a great upwelling of popular revulsion for the Georgian movement, which previously had been regarded by those not directly assailed by it as a nuthouse with a few wayward patients going over the wall to do mischief. When someone blows up a residential house with terroristic intent, though, even the most institutionally relaxed of persons may cry racism and affray—and certainly all our government will, lest they be drawn by an astute local cartoonist shaking hands with a blackshirt, or some other indelible image that will ride them to an early political grave.