“Did you want to scream, when you were a child, seeing nothing but fat ineptitude around you, knowing how many things could be done and done so well, but having no power to do them? Having no power to blast the empty skulls around you? Having to take orders – and thats bad enough – but to take orders from your inferiors! Have you felt that?”

“Yes.”

“Did you drive the anger back inside of you, and store it, and decide to let yourself be torn to pieces if necessary, but reach the day when youd rule those people and all people and everything around you?”

“No.”

“You didnt? You let yourself forget?”

“No. I hate incompetence. I think it’s probably the only thing I do hate. But it didnt make me want to rule people. Not to teach them anything. It made me want to do my own work in my own way and let myself be torn to pieces if necessary.”