“There is love in me the likes of which you’ve never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape. If I am not satisfied in the one, I will indulge the other.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
I have heard the young children who play near my cave in the hills say, “Why would you get mad when you can get even?”
In some respects, I understand the pale, fragile logic of childhood that mixes of both ignorance and intuition. For, it is true that revenge is best served cold, when the heated temper of emotions are removed from the execution of vengeful acts.
However, control of my temper is beyond the scope of my nature, as base and degenerate as one can expect a wretch such as I to possess. And so, dear townspeople, be wary. Beware!
I intend to get mad AND get even.
