O Colecionador

“She was a specimen to me.”

Frederick thinks having Miranda is the same as owning her. He treats her like one of his butterflies. It is haunting how he confuses custody with love.

“I am a record of myself.”

Miranda realizes her freedom was something she took for granted. She misses the noise of people and the mess of lived life. Isolation makes her see her own value.

“I am one of them. The uneducated.”

Money changed everything for Frederick but fixed nothing. He bought a house and a girl. He still feels small and ignored by the world.

“He is not human. He is a void.”

The cellar is a physical space and a mental trap. Miranda tries to educate her captor to reach his humanity. He just sees her as a beautiful object to watch.