So this is how a person can come to despise himself-knowing he's doing the wrong thing and not being able to stop.
I ran back to the bonfire, trying to outrun my humiliation. You said, "so go" with such disdain.
— Do you absolutely despise me?
— No. I despise myself.
— Why?
— For allowing myself to love you once.
— You despise me, don't you?
— If I gave you any thought, I probably would.
— Are you trying to hold Rev. Falwell up to ridicule?
— No. Contempt.
Now I know it is in your will to punish me with contempt.