(Like- big scary monster that just dragged a grown man down a hallway and has anger issues, and you're trying to anger him and also deny yourself food out of spite at the same time?? Go back to your cell, idiot/hj)
The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
