Each morn, you bend to drink,
from love's own crystal pool.
I tremble near you, try to think.
Will I forever say, "you stink?"
Am I bound by this tragic rule?
I cannot think of a more lovable, multi-dimensional, or more sympathetic character. I think, deep inside us, we all have a little Helga (for who hasn't had a childhood crush that they pursued in counter productive ways). Indeed, But nothing beats her intelligence, her sense of humor or her overflowing heart.