It's hard to believe that Orson's monologue at the end of Compulsion only really lasts 10 minutes. It seems never-ending and almost timeless. Not because it's dry, dull and monotonous. Rather because it seems to span lifetimes, eras and serves a summary of all human wisdom, intellect, experience and emotion thus far written into the tome of humanity's brief foray into civilization, law and order, and governance. I could talk about the remainder of the feature with just as much detail, but I'll forgo such a temptation. Such would a God were he questioned about our solar system. It's a damn fine work of art, but here's the crown jewel. A shining achievement amidst a multitude of wonder. In all its conflicted, convoluted, and highly illogical beauty. For yes, there is such a thing in evil. You just need to know where to look.
Review of Compulsion
