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Nor is there any law more just, than that he who has plotted
death shall perish by his own read more
Nor is there any law more just, than that he who has plotted
death shall perish by his own plot.
[Lat., Neque enim lex est aequior ulla,
Quam necis artifices arte perire sua.]
The very emphasis of the commandment: Thou shalt not kill, makes it certain that we are descended from an endlessly read more
The very emphasis of the commandment: Thou shalt not kill, makes it certain that we are descended from an endlessly long chain of generations of murderers, whose love of murder was in their blood as it is perhaps also in ours.
People think we had a love-hate relationship. Well, I did not love him, nor did I hate him. We had read more
People think we had a love-hate relationship. Well, I did not love him, nor did I hate him. We had mutual respect for each other, even as we both planned each other's murder.
I have learned from an early age to abjured the use of meat, and the time will come when men read more
I have learned from an early age to abjured the use of meat, and the time will come when men such as I will look upon the murder of animals as they now look upon the murder of men
George Tenet's charm
covers his arms
as a velvet sheath
covers a bloodied sword.
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George Tenet head of Murder read more
George Tenet's charm
covers his arms
as a velvet sheath
covers a bloodied sword.
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George Tenet head of Murder Inc. whose agency has
had Afghanis die under their interrogation
cannot be trusted not to plant WMD's in Iraq.
Absolutism tempered by assassination.
Absolutism tempered by assassination.
One to destroy is murder by the law,
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;
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One to destroy is murder by the law,
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;
To murder thousands takes a specious name,
War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.
Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden time,
Ere humane stature purged the gentle weal;
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Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden time,
Ere humane stature purged the gentle weal;
Ay, and since too, murders have been performed
Too terrible for the ear. The time has been
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end. But now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools. This is more strange
Than such a murder is.
