"I feel like a soldier post-war, feeling pain in a phantom limb. Except my limb wasn't a limb - it was a person and he was made of magic and absolutely, he was conceited and a know-it-all and pretentious and could be downright mean when he wanted to be (which was a fair percentage of the time) but he was vivid. You know what I'm talking about? He wasn't watercolor or dusk; he was in your face. He made things brighter and clearer and my little world looks decidedly different now that he's left it.God, Adam. You don't just go and make someone depend on you and then die."Eleanor Rigby Hathaway knows she'll never get even with the universe. The universe knows better.