The Spaniards inspired her both with fear and attraction.

A noble gravity reposed in the depths of their ardent hyperbole.
"You are an exaggerated being, a meridional who enlarges everything and lies about everything, believing all his own lies.

But I am sure that if you should ever be really in love with me, without fine phrases or passionate fictions, your affection would be more sane and deep than that of other men....

My friend, the doctor, says that you are a crude people and that you have only simulated the nervousness, unbalanced behavior, and intrigues that accompany love in other civilized countries even to refinement." Freya looked at the sailor, making a long pause.
"Therefore you strike," she continued, "therefore you kill when you feel love and jealousy.

You are brutes but not mediocre.