#principles of constanza

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The slave is doomed to worship time and fate and death, because they are greater than anything he finds in himself, and because all his thoughts are of things which they devour.

-Bertrand Russell

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"Be not afraid of greatness; some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them." Which category do you think you fall into, if any?

Odessa raised an eyebrow, “A curious question, grey fellow. Kings and various monarchs are born into greatness, though some know not how to achieve it. I shun the notion of my bloodline denoting any sort of hereditary superiority. Greatness thrust upon me? Hardly; the hindrances to my greatness were and are great in number. The logical choice, is thus, that I achieve it. My legacy is not set in stone yet—only when I die shall I be free to say I have achieved greatness. I progress; nothing else.”—-A bitter laugh fell from Constanza’s lips, “None of them.” She offered the questioner a wan smile, “I’m nothing. No one. Just a wayfaring stranger carrying on through life.”

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But I'm done with that life. I'm through with being someone's property. I am not malfunctioning! Since when is self determination a malfunction?

Harkness

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[Truth serum] Do you ever feel guilty about the things you've done?

Odessa:"Oh, now that’s quite a loaded question. Do I feel guilty about gutting Nick when I was a child? About setting a woman on fire for claiming my sister as her own sexual toy? About eating my master’s guts in front of him? Or skinning my first love’s abusive husband alive? No, I don’t. If the Deity sent me to Purgatory to relive my actions one hundred thousand times in the hope that I would spare any one of those people, I would still commit the same acts, over and over and over again. And I would enjoy it." She smiles sharply, showing off her deathly white teeth.The gentlewoman pauses, her predatory expression softening, “But there are some things….some things I regret. Stealing my sister’s locket out of sheer pain. Telling my father he had no right to sire children because of our shared condition. Lying to you. Treating John like a dog. Enslaving that Rory fellow, even if he makes me froth at the mouth in anger. Those are the things I bitterly regret. Some say that my cannibalism marks me automatically as a monster. I say it is my actions, not my dining habits, that define me”Constanza:"My biggest regret is selling myself like a whore to survive, when i should have killed my enemies like a savage. Prostituting myself around camp only led to more problems. Problems that my little sister was forced to grow up and deal with. She was an adult long before her time, thanks to me. Meanwhile, I continued to act like a child. But as for all of the deaths I’ve caused in my own vendetta against the Legion? I’ll ask you a question: do I look like the picture of mercy to you? I may wear a Followers coat, I may heal people and care for them, but to the Legion, I am the angel of death. And I like it that way. I like watching the bodies of those pigs drop like flies. Body upon body, the monster of Nipton once said. And so I take this phrase and use it against them. Body upon body—and little by little, Regina washes away my sins.”The doctor smiles grimly, crossing herself in the fashion of her Catholic predecessors,                                                                                            “Dies illa, dies iræ, calamitátis et misériæ, dies magna et amára valde. Dum véneris iudicáre sǽculum per ignem. Réquiem ætérnam dona eis, Dómine: et lux perpétua lúceat eis.”

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Thou art my battle axe and weapons of war: for with thee will I break in pieces the nations, and with thee will I destroy kingdoms

Jeremiah 51:20 KJV