"Some time," Morag agreed absent-mindedly, finishing off her beer and resting her mouth against the bottle's lip.
"Tiring yes, necessary yes. Without stupidity around, who would we have to feel better than?" She said it enthusiastically, but her smile was wry and she knew she didn't believe herself. The problem with drawing lines in the sand to divide people up was that they were always washed away with the next tide. And politics felt very much like a beach right now, with its slippery inconsistency and break-away waves. Nothing was certain.