William Hazlitt on the immortality of hatred: "We hate old friends: we hate old books: we hate old opinions; and at last we come to hate ourselves."
I am terribly sad that you, Tonya, are so accurate with your introduction. And ... I am ashamed for myself because of these prescient (and precious) words from Hazlitt: As to my old opinions, I am heartily sick of them. I have reason, for they have deceived me sadly.
Interesting, well written piece. And this passage speaks volumes and is just as timely today as it was then :
The pleasure of hating, like a poisonous mineral, eats into the heart of religion, and turns it to rankling spleen and bigotry; it makes patriotism an excuse for carrying fire, pestilence, and famine into other lands..
timely - what a writer!