Michael Clayton: I'm not the enemy.
Arthur Edens: Then who are you?
A man earns his bread by maintaining the beast, not realizing that at a moments notice the beast will devour him. He believes he has power because of words on paper. Words don’t feed the beast. The beast runs on flesh. You must fight the beast with force.
“There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that…