Often their grievances were real; often they complained from sheer petulance. - Jack Vance

“Beauty comes in often to drink. A spaceman, he claims himself, but as to this I can’t be certain. I have often declared myself a great lover. All of us lie, as much or more than necessary. ‘What is truth?’ asks Pons Pilatus, in the fable, and I answer: ‘A commodity as cheap as air which we hide as if it were as precious as yewl stone.’”

The history of man is a compendium of such evil. We are an evolutionary product, descendants of predators. A few synthetic foods aside, every morsel eaten by man is taken from another living thing. We are intended for murder; we kill to exist!

“What’s the trouble? Given up?”
“What is there to give up?”
“Confidence.”
She said in a soft voice, “We’re slaves; slaves have no need for confidence.”
“I’m not a slave until I feel like a slave.”