Just Started The Hunger Games
Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. he has stopped hissing at me.
Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.
For some reason, when I read this quote I immediately thought of politics. What other types of relationships might be characterized by this dynamic, I wonder?
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home