Even so, we always live in pairs, and if we love our mates there is no peace for us at all. And when our mate is away from us anywhere, then we are wholly lost. And we ourselves fly off in pursuit of her, and perhaps find the poor thing either in the hawk s claws or in the snare. And if our mate is lost, then there is no more comfort for us. Evil does not come from hunger, but from love.
Evil arises neither from hunger nor love, but from ill temper.
If we lived peacefully, we should not do so much harm. Everything would be delightful for us. But now if anything is done to us, we fall into a rage, and then there is nothing gentle about us. We think only how we can avenge the wrong. We lose control of ourselves and hiss, and try to bite someone.