tio Tom

Tom Cotton credits Harvard as the place where he “discovered political philosophy as a way of life.”

Tom—I felt out of myself in a way—as though I'd escaped—into—into quite different conditions——'

The conflict in Tom's puzzled heart sharpened that evening into dreadful edges that cut him mercilessly whichever way he turned.

She gave details of the singular mood that had come upon her with the arrival of Tony, but Tom hardly heard her.

Then, inexplicably, he shifted to the other side that the old, the normal Tom presented generously to the new.

Tom lingered a few minutes, watching them pass along the verandah to the room beyond.