The less decisive are want to plaster one with labels through a misdirected sense of what it is or isn't to be something. Once upon a time, Paul Krendler told Clarice Starling that he figured Dr Hannibal Lector for a queer. When Miss Starling asks him why he would say that he gives the most mindless defense,
"All this artsy-fartsy stuff. Chamber music and tea-party food. Not that I mean anything personal, if you've got a lot of sympathy for those people."
It is good to remember, kiddies, that Doctor Hannibal Lector eats Mr Krendler's brain, mostly, I fear, because Mr Krendler was an unintelligent, poorly endowed fool. That and Lector is a sociopath.
Be a little bit more discerning, people.
