All these things, however, only affect the fancies--they beget fears and notions--never deep and abiding hatred--unquiet passion, and long-treasured malignity, such as I find in you on this occasion." "Upon this point, Munro, you may be correct.

I do not mean to say that hatred and a desire to destroy are consequent to antipathies such as you describe; but still, something may be said in favor of such a notion.

It appears to me but natural to seek the destruction of that which is odious or irksome to any of our senses.

Why do you crush the crawling spider with your heel?
You fear not its venom; inspect it, and the mechanism of its make, the architecture of its own fabrication, are, to the full, as wonderful as anything within your comprehension; but yet, without knowing why, with an impulse given you, as it would seem, from infancy, you seek its destruction with a persevering industry, which might lead one to suppose you had in view your direst enemy." "This is all very true; and from infancy up we do this thing, but the cause can not be in any loathsomeness which its presence occasions in the mind, for we perceive the same boy destroying with measured torture the gaudiest butterfly which his hat can encompass." "_Non sequitur_," said Rivers.
"What's that?
some of your d----d law gibberish, I suppose.

If you want me to talk with you at all, Guy, you must speak in a language I understand." "Why, so I will, Wat.