Such a little thing, you think. Hardly more than cells, dirty genetic blobs, without brains, without feeling, without soul. What can they do to me? What difference will it make? I am strong, I am man. I am superior, and I am not afraid.
But they can devour you, strip you of that confidence, that arrogance, that life. That's the thing. Being small doesn't make you weak. That's one of man's many, many misperceptions.
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