When I was young I would ask everybody what life was about. Now it's clear to me that the image of each existence shows its own answer to that question.
I am not here to pass civilities or compliments with you, but on other business. I have stood your meanness as long as I intend to. You have played the part of a damned scoundrel, and are a coward, and if you were any part of a man I would slap your jaws and force you to resent it. You may as well not issue any more orders to me, for I will not obey them. . . and as I say to you that if you ever again try to interfere with me or cross my path it will be at the peril of your life.