Hyacinth: What are you talking about, Uncle Thorn? You can’t think this is okay! It’s evil, it should make you furious —
Thorn: Hyacinth, it makes me want to stab things!
. . . Made me actually stab a thing once, come to think of it.
The rest of the time . . . I only manage to stay calm and composed by not letting myself dwell on it for long.