in science. And I believe in [E]volution.
And I’m trying to come up with another explanation for why I’d throw myself in front of a truck if it would save my daughter’s life.
Tell me where is fancy bred
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, reply.
It is engender’d in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle, where it lies.