The last time I had similar feelings after reading a book was when I finished 1984 - it shook me, made me question the ability of human beings to be truly free. While reading 1984 I was angry, terror and despair overwhelmed me. Dispossessed, however, made me question humanity and society, but in a soft, melancholic way, with no desire for violence - wanting to understand. Yes, I wanted to scream and beg for relief, for hope, but then I realized that hope is always there, always will be there, as long as there are people who see what's wrong with us as a whole, people who are not afraid to risk themselves and do the right thing. 
 Dear me, we sure could use several thousand Odonians right now.