“When, at last, she realized she was vastly outmatched… something inside her snapped, and she rendered the entire situation into a cartoon… abstracting it into a manipulable that preserved her self-seen grandeur at the cost of both her honesty and her intelligence. In short, presented with wings, her elitism was so insulted that she ripped them apart in her sleep due to her resentment that they had not already been her own to begin with. Yet they were. That’s the problem. They were.”

— an anonymous informant