In Other Words ...
It is with a weight, at once wearying and withering, upon my spirit and with a patience long pressed and now all but perished that I find myself obliged to confess that your presence, persistent and perturbing, provokes within me a distate so deep and so abiding that I cannot in any measure, endure in any longer, lest it awaken an agitation so profound as to unsettle the very foundations of my dignity. in other words ... I hate you
