did Eros make man of monkey and Psyche, Pleasure from pain? bliss to toil, curiosity spoil; now man at gods’ feet, slain our immemorial killing a runt sown to shallow ground from innocence our guilt and debt; to eternal ties we’re bound
Isn’t it only the indulgent man who can disdain himself enough to muster the hatred to look for the ugliness inside him—some men even with a grin and gallows humor?
The Prodigal