MARTYR: What a stupid thing to say. It’s just an expression. For Christ’s sake, the things he says—the delight he finds in the absurd, the ironic—that’s not the reason why I’m going to kill him. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever really thought about the reason why I’ve so desperately wanted to hurt him, to watch him suffer. If our brains really are flypaper, then Ambrose would be the biggest horsefly you could imagine—buzzing through the corridors of my mind and building a small nest there.
