Hatred presented a bigger problem. There was no solution for the hatred which tormented him every day. He hated anything weaker than himself—women, children, sometimes even animals. Soft men troubled him too. But really, it was women he hated the most. He hated how slow they were, how physically incapable, how stupid. He hated their incompleteness, their cunning, and their lust. He saw the way they looked at him. They tempted him into uncleanness.
