You know, great powers don't get angry, great powers don't make decisions hastily in a crisis.
Nature is forever arriving and forever departing, forever approaching, forever vanishing; but in her vanishings there seems to be ever the waving of a hand, in all her partings a promise of meetings farther along the road.
So many women have experienced horrific forms of male violence throughout their lives, and why isn't there a song about how you get depressed because of it?