There must be something in “Mr. Fox” that he cannot see himself, that elicits such responses, primarily in women, as well as in girls. (Not all girls. But most.) As if, being hollow at his core, empty, “Mr. Fox” somehow attracts the fullness of others. That must be it: sincere and ardent emotion flowing into an empty vessel, under the (mistaken) assumption that the vessel will nurture and not poison it.
