“It sounds like you’ve had some horrible experiences with specific women,” she began, “or groups of women, and I will never tell you that it didn’t happen, or that you imagined it, or that they were right. Okay? But the two of us, as individuals, in this car, were doing fine. We’ve gone through danger together, we’ve trusted each other, we’ve cooperated on a common cause. But you just talked yourself into a seething rage because you’ve abruptly decided we’re on opposite sides of some culture war. You and I aren’t at war! We want the same thing, to get this stupid box to its destination.”

— Ether in Jason Pargin, I’m Starting to Worry About This Black Box of Doom, 2024, St. Martin’s Press, Ch. Day 2, p. 168