And now after all this time I finally figured out how to trap him... I will become him.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I never thought I was going to leave the trap. I even told my mother, 'I'm gonna be the trap God.'
I created the role of Captain Von Trapp.
I didn't want to become some embittered old hack getting his revenge for the rest of my life. And I didn't want to become some scared creature cowering in a corner. I remember telling myself not to carry the hatred around, although I know where it is. I have it in a trunk in storage.
I am trapped in this body, and there is nothing I can do about it.
My success has got so great, it's like I'm trapped, almost, within it.
Less than an hour before he'd congratulated himself on escaping all the traps of Earth, all the snares of Man. Not knowing that the greatest trap of all, the final and the fatal trap, lay on this present planet.
I just play him as myself, I don't ease myself into any role really. I stick a beard on and play me.
Man is the only kind of varmint sets his own trap, baits it, then steps in it.
I do everything I think possible or acceptable to escape from this trap.
I should have been a Trappist monk.