And when they were in the field, Cain rose up against his brother Abel, and killed him. There is no room for God in the man who is full of himself. He is a slave of the greatest slave who serves nothing but himself. Himself is his dungeon. That man who lives for self alone Lives for the meanest mortal known.
All great virtues bear the imprint of self-denial.
It's well cast, lovingly directed, beautifully scored. What's amusing is that everyone in this film is a total narcissist, except the character of Peter, who accepts and loves himself as he is. Dickie is Narcissist Central. Marge seethes with Entitlement and Arrogance beneath her willowy veneer. I felt sorrow for Ripley, really.