and yet I feel that I cannot go on living forever; - Edgar Rice Burroughs

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

Teach me to speak the language of men.

My mind is evidently so constituted that I am subconsciously forced into the path of duty without recourse to tiresome mental processes.