The narrator in The Stranger be like “why does the prosecutor hate me so much?” my brother in Christ you murder a guy because of the sun.
Have you ever been so annoyed by the sun you understood the entire plot of The Stranger?
Count Dracula walked so that Peter Parker could run
Halfway through Wuthering Heights. Heathcliff is getting on my nerves, Catherine is getting on my nerves, Nelly is getting on my nerves, EVERY character is getting on my nerves. WHAT IS HAPPENING?
Jack be like “how’d you feel about killing a few folk? Don’t worry, no one real important and no one who’d be missed.” And it’s your father.

aah byron, the queen of all drama queens.
I never had a “Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio ” moment and honestly, that’s disappointing.
Nobody:
My brain at 3 am: ITS BEEN TEN YEARS