Fenton/Stereotypes

The Others
	It's been a long time since I've seen the sun. Or had a pot of tea.
	They're too beautiful. Sometimes I can't stand it.
	Mournful whispers, and some of you even have kind words.
	Get away from me, you filthy temptress whores!
	Yes, sir. No, sir. I hate you, sir. I love you, sir. Their misery is my misery.
	I don't think that I can ever go back.