No man ever became very wicked all at once.
An incurable itch for scribbling takes possession of many, and grows inveterate in their insane breasts.
One gets a cross for his crime, the other a crown.
The same dish cooked over and over again wears out the irksome life of the teacher.
No one ever became thoroughly bad in one step.
From where can your authority and license as a parent come from, when you who are old, do worse things?