Jaro, my dear, there is no mystery about violence. It is the reflexive act of brutes, boors and moral… — Jack Vance

They meant no harm, of course; they wanted only that he be like themselves, which was the prerogative of all parents.

“My term of penitence is over and tomorrow I leave this dust hole and that sullen beast Arsloe behind—forever, or so I hope. I must take pains, of course, to avoid my previous faults.”

“What did you do?” asked Gaing. “Did you—” and he coarsely suggested an act of sexual perversion committed upon the young daughter of the Chief Magistrate.

“No, nothing like that. What I did was worse. I gave voice to unpopular opinions.”

Sacerdotal, religious or priest-dominated societies are like organisms with a cancer.