Why, indeed, Emily. Because you're cruel and miserable people! Because none of you respond to love! Emily responds only to what her petty hungers dictate. Wilfred responds only to things that have weight and bulk and value. He feels books; he doesn't read them. He appraises paintings; he doesn't seek out their truth or their beauty. And Paula there lives in a mirror. The world is nothing to her but a reflection of herself. And her brother. Humanity, to him, is a small animal caught in a trap to be tormented. His pleasure is the giving of pain. And from this, he feels the same sense of fulfillment most human beings get from a kiss or an embrace. You're caricatures. All of you. Without your masks, you're caricatures.