I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.
Emily BronteThe tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
Emily BronteWhatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire
Emily Bronte