Upon him the contempt of three planets descended.
Giving me a a new idea is like handing a cretin a gun, but I do thank you anyhow, bang bang.
Either I've invented a whole new logic or, ahem, I'm not playing with a full deck.
The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.
Each of us assumes everyone else knows what he is doing. They all assume we know what we are doing. We don't.
On some other world, possibly it is different. Better. There are clear good and evil alternatives. Not these obscure admixtures, these blends, with no proper tool by which to untangle the components.