But what claim to truth do these half-men possess? These men know only self pity and hate. Ahh, there again you are laughing. “Who,” you ask, “is full of self pity and hate?” To this I can only retort, “What a crude and vulgar question, shame on you.” Very well then, let this be my second confession; I know the character of these men because it is my own character.
“What kind of confession is that?” you bellow out. “We already knew that merely from reading the title of this trash.” But my friends you are being much too hasty with your insults. What’s this about ‘trash’? Come now, let us attempt at least to find some civility here, or can it be that you are still indignant at my calling your aspirations a two-bit whore? But really, indignation is so unfitting of men and it only hampers our endeavor to come to some sort of understanding of each other. So, leave off with the indignation and the insults and I shall continue on with my confessions and explanation.
It it possible, given enough time and practice, not only to become accustomed to one's self-loathing, but to begin even to love it--even miss it when, by some strange chance, it abates for a time, and losing it is like losing a life-long friend.
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