Der Feuervogel aufersteht.

I understand. It's like, the other day, I was on my way to work, and there was this old woman on the sidewalk. She was in my way, and I had no reason to give enough of a fuck about her to slip past sideways, so I bowled into her at full speed. If that knocks her into the snow and ice, that's mostly her problem and not really my problem. I mean, if the tables had been turned, and she slammed into me, I'd have been fine, so why should I care?