There's a table: finished, varnished, polished, waxed. Gleaming.
She takes a nail, and drives it in. Pounds it. The hammer goes up and down, each knock uneven in strength. The nail is stuck fast. Not enough. She wants the whole nail in. She keeps pounding. The nail eventually is fully through the table top. Not enough. She keeps pounding away until she is done hammering.
What she wants is not to see the nail go into the table; but rather the table to be cracked and broken. Until she sees that, she keeps pounding.
No, it's not that I disfavour you. I just find your actions unjustifiable for your position, and by effect cannot find it in me to respect you for it.
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