I love you innocence - now to destroy it.
I am consumed by envy, sometimes so much that I double over with a burning pain. Envy, the deadliest of deadly sins, the sin that brought low Lucifer. Envy which stops the flow of inspiration, rots the soul, and corrupts everything around it. Envy that becomes tolerable only if I lie.
I can't express the malice I feel (and I feel envy that I can't express the malice I feel), so I pass it over to the bard :
«Now is the winter of our discontent
made glorious summer (...)
But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks,
nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
to strut before a wanton ambling nymph:
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time
into this breathing world scarce half made up
and that so lamely and unfashionable
that dogs bark at me, as I halt by them -
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
have no delight to pass away the time
unless to spy my shadow in the sun,
and descant on my own deformity.
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover
to entertain these fair well spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain,
and hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots I have laid, inductions dangerous,
by drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams,
To set my Brother Clarence and the King
in deadly hate, the one against the other:
and if King Edward be as true and just
as I am subtle, false, and treacherous,
this day should Clarence closely be mew'd up
about a prophecy, which says that 'G'
of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be -
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! Here Clarence comes.»
[Shakespeare, Richard III]
When you understand that passage honey, you can honestly say you've met somebody who is not "beautiful in their own way."
