As for you, you have no pity, save for your own wretchedness. You are so much swayed by a kind of remorse, and by a ferocious insanity, that you would repel the caress of a dog or the smile of a child.[Toi, tu n’as de pitié que pour ta misère. C’est comme un remords qui t’agite et une démence farouche, jusqu’à repousser la caresse d’un chien ou le sourire d’un enfant.]
Source:(Simon P. Magee, ed. 1904), Chapter III. The Disciple, Hilarion, Page 43
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