Even a man who is pure in heart
And says his prayers by night
May become a wolf
When the wolfbane blooms
And the autumn moon is bright– The Wolf Man, 1941
How oft, when press’d to marriage, have I said,
Curse on all laws but those which love has made!
Love, free as air, at sight of human ties,
Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies,
Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame,
August her deed, and sacred be her fame;
Before true passion all those views remove,
Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?– Eloisa to Abelard, Alexander Pope
Even as it hurts me deeply, even as I’m defiled and discarded, even as I’m devalued and deceived, even as my heart bleeds in pain and my head blazes with wrath and my skin is bleached white and my sense blunts my soul.. even as I’m perched upon a tumbril of the revolution – a vision of the most honest naïveté in the face of the most depraved iniquity – even as my heart is brutally savaged and my head is to be severed from my chest… I will always, always, always remain human. I will believe in people – in love, in decency, in loyalty, in goodness. I will never become a heinous act or throw anyone to the wolves. Even the wolves have more heart than he ever does.
Salisa lohavittayavikant 