" How do you know that out there, in the day or night According to latitude, the entire world
Isn't wanting to be hanged? Now you, for instance, Still damp from your cocoon, you're desperate
To fly into any noose of the sun that should dangle Down from the sky. Life, forbye, is the way
We fatten for the Michaelmas of our own particular Gallows. "

― Christopher Fry , The Lady's Not for Burning