How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I loathe thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I despise thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I loathe thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I loathe thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I loathe thee with a hatred I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I loathe thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but loathe thee better after death.
With apologies to the original author. How is it possible for a simple piece of computer software to draw out such ire? Grrr.