Elijah:	This seems like a good example of Saïd refers to as 'othering' – setting oneself apart from the rest of the world.
Jules:	C'mon! It's just a poem about squids. Why the friggin' exegesis?

Squid uvular ink bottle floating in the deep mobile jet propulsion lab buoyant delicacy undulating ribbon of terror blue-blooded diaphanous dart fish robber never surfacing sleek bobber contracting & expanding chromatophores dance silently in the dark till a predator draws near snap! snap! without the luxury of worry once again - Death's Lap

Soo:	Some of my best friends are squids.
Andrei:	Aren't not most politicians in zhat genus?
Philyra:	Yep. Utterly spineless – but adept at squirting ink.
Ellesha:	Sober up & stop othering government leaders. For the most part, we create our own monsters . . . there are plenty of squids inside us.

Ning:	Each time we 'other' something, we also lose something of ourselves.
Vidhya:	Why don't more people notice that?