Look. What right does a television program have to invent an imaginary baby, out of whole cloth, cast a real baby to play her, prey on your heart and your soul until you come to love this imaginary baby, and then coolly force you to watch her die?
My friends, these long tiresome months without Ross and Demelza have weighed heavily on all of us, but are at last at an end! Surely they, like we, have become wiser and kinder since last we spoke.