Faint gibbering heard from somewhere near the restricted stacks
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We have nothing with the outcast and the unfit: let them die in their misery. For they feel not. Compassion is the vice of kings: stamp down the wretched & the weak: this is the law of the strong: this is our law and the joy of the world.
Strong as a man, the Queen strides in.
Even she shrank frighted! – my aspect
More dreadful than all shapes of sin
Her dreams might shape or recollect,
Hideous with fasting, madness, grief,
Beyond all speaking or belief.
It was a weary while before they raised him
Boy as he was, none dare disturb his grief.
And for his grief was strong, they loved and praised him
For son’s devotion to their dear dead chief.
Long, long he wept, nor brought with tears relief.
He knew the loss, the old head wise and grey
Well to assoil him of his spirit’s grief,
The twilight dangers of a boy’s dim way,
His dragons to confront, his minotaurs to slay.
Come with flute and come with pipe!
Am I not ripe?
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp —
Come, O come!
I am numb
With the lonely lust of devildom.
“In the jungle the strong slay the weak until only the strong remain,” said Tanub. “And then the strong prey upon each other?” asked Orne. “That is a quibble for women,” said Tanub. “It’s too bad you feel that way,” said Orne. “When two cultures meet like this they tend to help each other.”
“There is no Eros but Eros, in that none are so hot and wet and fast and strong and deep and piercing and brilliant and subtle and creative and corrosive and tyrannous and subversive as Love.” T Polyphilus: Vigorous Food & Divine Madness