My demand for a level battlefield, A human Strategy, Matt Berry, aphorism 184
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My demand for a level battlefield is an admission that I have a weaker position than my opponent ... that I resent his superiority. But what else can I do? And besides, it is this rabid disease, resentment, which does, in its own crude way, level the field already: his sobriety is no match for my raging cause.
Now I have gained the upper hand at last but am too infected to enjoy my newfound superiority. I march down from my advantage. I banish kings and with them, their wars and victories, and in their place I crown my former cause. In the name of justice, to protect the meek, that is to say, to license my resentment, I scour the countryside, slaughtering every mind born of high rank.