That same week, a twenty-two-year-old comedian named Eurydice Dixon was raped and murdered as she walked home after work.

Now, thinke thou see'st this Soule of sacred Zeale, This kindling Cole of flaming Charitie, Dispossed all in post; not for his weale, But, for his further future miserie.)

Today the logic of this level of biocolonial war is, strictly speaking, not war at all, but rather the establishment of a naturalized, permanent link between developed nations and a Western health-care paradigm based on costly prescription drugs.

That person is hurt; call for help!