It wasn't my fault! The magician did it. Honest! Prospero the Magician. First we're a bird, and then we're an island. Before I was a general, and now I'm a fish! Hoorah for the magician! (laughs insanely, then stops) The river... it's blood, Mac! Cold... cold... I'm going for a swim. Come on in, Mac! Listen to them... (starts to laugh) it's blood! (laughs insanely again, then runs off)
- Sidney, Fear and Desire, 1952