You make what you see into a window, and you see what you want through it. You make what you see a sort of a… — China Miéville

What if the chosen one misunderstands what he’s been chosen for?

You didn’t know, but not knowing is no excuse.

In a newsagent’s he picked up a copy of the Standard, and hesitated by the chocolate, looking at the low-fat version he had trained himself to pretend he liked but suddenly hungry for a real bar, which with guilty devil-may-care he took and paid for.