Many things in the world have not been named openly; and many things, even if they are admitted, have never been described. One is the unsung sensibility – a sentiment and power source, a secret reservoir, unmistakable and timeless, a variant of umbrage but hardly identical with it – known as spite. To talk about spite is to betray it.
To talk about spite is to betray it. Spite operates through concealment and misdirection. Spite succeeds best when its motivations remain hidden from all but its intended target.
Spite succeeds best when its motivations remain hidden from all but its intended target. Spite is forensic. Spite is a creative brief, born of a rejection that when veiled becomes fuel.