Something deep in the human psyche has always seemed to yearn for ever more enhanced levels of savagery.

The original Gothic horror tales focused on personalities deformed through loneliness. Ghouls, vampires, werewolves: all made, not born. But the isolation? Are even such as these ever truly alone? Perhaps the psyche has always been more complex than that, desire eternally more potent than terror. Surely, none prowl entirely in solitude.

The more I see of what you call civilization, the more highly I think of what you call savagery!

Be savage, because when you are savage, no else is.

We do everything we can to keep it pristine.

I can't say why he did it (relocated the stream). He shouldn't have done it. We ordered steps to come into compliance.