At Sundance. Critically reblah blah blah blah. I ain’t watchin.’
I have compassion for my fellow homininae. It’s not their fault they scare me to fucking death. (It’s the baboons’ fault when you get down to it, but that is another story for another day.) But this?
“By the time he was three,” Hess summarizes, “he was too strong to be physically dominated.”
Truly, teach it to talk? You’re responsible for it until the day it dies whether you can beat it into submission or not, because now it can ask you why.
You taught me language; and my profit on’t
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
For learning me your language!