Hurley let out an indignant, short laugh, though his gaze was broiling with rage.

"And who are you," he said, kicking aside fallen luggage and wiping a foot off on it, "to tell me what to do? Some sodomite sucking cock at the docks!"

As if he were removed from the equation - above it all. As if the ant unable to outrun the magnifying glass were more culpable than the very giant holding it.