She had studied the universe all her life, but had overlooked its clearest message: For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable...
“We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.” “How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice. “You must be,” said the Cat, “or you...
My empathy is creeping towards what I would describe... a contemptuous rage. It's Poor Things, and This Film is Lit. Let Me Sum Up...