We didn’t decide anything.
But somehow it happened.
...we recalled the already old story of the attempt to blow up the Greenwich Observatory; a blood-stained inanity of so fatuous a kind that it was impossible to fathom its origin by any reasonable or even unreasonable process of thought. For perverse unreason has its own logical processes. But that outrage could not be laid hold of mentally in any sort of way, so that one remained faced by the fact of a man blown to bits for nothing even most remotely resembling an idea, anarchistic or other. As to the wall of the Observatory it did not show as much as the faintest crack. The Author's Note.The Secret Agent: A Simple Tale.Joseph Conrad
“Bobby, do you know what a metaphor is?” “A component, like a capacitor?”