Beyond anger lies fury, the heedless ungovernable rage of the berserker, and beyond that again, a long, long step beyond the boundary of madness, lies the region of cold and utterly uncaring indifference. When a man enters that region, as few ever do, he is no longer himself, he is a man beside himself, a man without all his normal codes and standards of feeling and thought and emotions, a man for whom words like fear and danger and suffering and exhaustion are words that belong to another world and whose meaning he can no longer comprehend. It is a state characterized by an abnormally heightened clarity of mind, by a hyper-sensitive perception of where danger lies, by a total and unhuman disregard for that danger. It is, above all, a state characterised by an utter implacability.
-- Alistair MacLean, South By Java Head page 234
Hell's coming. As for me, I'm too old to give a damn about the odds anymore.
1: I LOVE Alistair MacLean’s writing. I must have read all of his novels at least a dozen times over.
2: Odds mean nothing to me when what used to be “my” government is now trying to silence, suppress, or eventually kill me. If I have no more ammo I’ll rip the SOB’s throat out with my bare hands. At least I’ll take one down with me. That’s how much beyond hate I am for these people.