Destiny was apparently a word describing an individual’s desperate need for certainty. — Michael Moorcock

The English, I now know, eat mashed fish and deviled sheep’s hearts to guarantee a bad digestion (and consequent irritability). It is their abominable cooking which has given them half the world as their Empire.

We’ll build a world where Order shall prevail. A few more deaths are inconsequential, surely, if they guarantee us eternal life and absolute fulfillment?

Better wicked Lucifer for a master, thought I, than a pious Tyrant!