And I could never understand why you were insensitive to the sorrow and shame you inflicted on me with your words and judgements - it was as if you didn't sense your own power. And I certainly made you ill with words; but I knew what I was doing, though it hurt me, but I couldn't control myself, I couldn't hold back my words - though I regretted them. But you landed blows with your words and you were clueless - you never pitied anybody, not then, not later - and people were defenceless before you. And