A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans...and a nice Chianti.
- And what did you see, Clarice? What did you see?-Lambs. They were screaming.
- They were slaughtering the spring lambs? And they were screaming. And you ran away?
- No. First I tried to free them. I opened the gate to their pen. They just stood there, confused. They wouldn't run.
Brave Clarice. You will let me know when those lambs stop screaming, won't you?
The significance of the moth is change. Caterpillar into chrysalis, or pupa...and from thence into beauty. Our Billy wants to change too.
I know how quickly the boys found you, all those tedious, sticky fumblings...in the back seats of cars, while you dreamed of getting out. Getting anywhere. Getting all the way to the FBI.