/lit/ - Literature

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>...I besmirch you not... for you are already wholly blackened! My brother is no attorney of mine and he accepts nothing on my behalf, for I would sooner be tarred and feathered than swallow your oats. You are a villain and a bastard—the son of a boar. I know you harbor resentment for us when we casted you away, and we were wrong to do it; but cousin, your ill deeds have long reached our ears and prove us righteous in our prejudice. Now our family is in ruin and you would see great poetry in becoming the benefactors of your pure blooded cousins: But I'll have none of it! You live this day only because of my mother's courtesy to our uncle: were we truly iliberal you would have been smothered in your pen. Perhaps you think I envy your fortune or regret our cruelty in casting you away, but you would be mistaken; I pity you, cousin, that we did not kill you that day when we might have preserved your soul from being as tarnished as your humors. To think I share blood with a cardsharp knave! All the people here can take one study of your countenance and see your are an indignant and uncultured swine. You have no right to bear our name—for you are just a beast. Look at him! Dark and barbaric! No better than the boar who bore him! I say once more begone from here!