Of Monkeys and Men.

She smiled on one side of her face, and flashed pity with the other. “I know. But the thing is—the other monkeys don’t give a shit. They have their own shit to worry about. Maybe literally. They’re monkeys. I know it’s infuriating that they don’t care but they don’t and, honey, they’re too stupid to care. They’re monkeys. Why eat your heart out over something you can’t change? Evolution is a slow-moving thing. To make these monkeys men would take a hell of a lot mothering. Is that going to be your purpose? God! Why bother? Just watch them swing from branch to branch—it’s a day out at the zoo—and get out of the way when the shit-flinging starts.”