| Why does man hate man? A treatise on mistreatment. On the nature of ill will. On the origin of malice. On Dancer, on Prancer. To wither and die, or burn in glorious cephalopodan fury. Glory is earned through the application of hatred - precision acrimony delivered with unerring accuracy; or great lumbering strokes of unbridled bile, swaying wide of the mark yet never off-target. A gush of hot gore, a rush of blood from the head. The triumph of new waters dowsed, the baptism with lead-wrought unctions. Ywis, þat swich ycleaved be o þy moudre's bousom.
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