“It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and
thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down,
through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you
try to readjust the way you thought of things. The Baudelaire orphans
were crying not only for their Uncle Monty, but for their own parents,
and this dark and curious feeling of falling that accompanies every
great loss.”
This sums it up so perfectly.