Now who else will admit to their Easter Eggs?
No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
I don't have to like what they do to wish them good health.
"Spock, did you see the looks on their faces?" "Yes, Captain, a sort of vacant contentment."