At heart they hate their horrid fates, and so wreak their poor spite on me who stand for everything they have not, and for all they most crave and ne… - Edgar Rice Burroughs

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At heart they hate their horrid fates, and so wreak their poor spite on me who stand for everything they have not, and for all they most crave and never can attain. Let us pity them, my chieftain, for even though we die at their hands we can afford them pity, since we are greater than they and they know it