The man
Of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys:
Power, like a desolating pestilence,
Pollutes whate'er it touches, and obedience,
Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth,
Makes slaves of men, and, of the human frame,
A mechanised automaton. ↗
I know a man who is in love with my friend. He loves her absolutely.
The only thing he wants in return is for her to love him.”
Saiman arched his eyebrows, imitating me. “And?”
"You’re the exact opposite of him. You lack the capacity to love, so you want to smother mine as well. ↗