“What best provides evidence of our mettle, do you suppose?” said the spider to the fly struggling in its sticky web.
“Is it the way we react to a crisis?” said the spider, readying its fangs for a bite. “Is it our relative composure in a time of violent uncertainty or, conversely, in a time of extremely certain doom? Oh, pray tell, little fly, do you have any thoughts at all on this important matter?”
“Fuck you,” said the fly.
I don’t know, maybe that’s a parable.