What do you know of the dirt and the dark deliveries of the necessary?  What do you know of dignity hard-acheived, and dignity lost through innocence, and dignity lost by sacrifice for a cause one cannot name?  What do you know about getting fat against your will, and turning into a clown of an arriviste baron when you would rather be an eagle or a count, or some natural aristocrat in these damned united states?  No, the only subject we shar, you and I, is that species of perception which shows that if we are not very loyal to our unendurable and most exigent inner light, then some day we may burn. 

How dare you condemn me?  How dare you scorn the explosive I employ?