  what was it she called it? ...oh yes, a sinking ship... going down with... and something about tattered textiles taken by the wind. nec meum respectet, ut ante, amorem, qui illius culpa cecidit velut prati ultimi flos praetereunte postquam tactus aratro est.
-Catullus "Oh Jimmy, you would like it better maybe if we all starved to death? ' said Oryx, with her small rippling laugh he feared most from her, because it disguised amused contempt. It chilled him: a cold breeze on a moonlit lake. " -Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake. "She knows what she wants: an event, by which she means a slip of the knife, a dropped wineglass or bomb, something broken.
A little acid, a little gossip, a little hi-tech megadeath: a sharp thing that will wake her up. Run a tank over the geraniums, turn the wind up to hurricane so the daisies' heads tear off and hurtle through the air like bullets, drop the baby from the balcony and watch the mother swan-dive after him, with her snarled Ophelia hair and addled screams. " -Margaret Atwood, {Again} Bad News. Oh God, how I need you. 
