There is nothing they will not say or do to defame character or destroy influence. They treat one another more callously than the heathen world treats its foes. They bite and devour one another and are consumed one of another. The party spirit makes spiritual cannibals of men. That spirit is the exact opposite of the spirit of love.
Love is patient and kind, the party spirit is impatient, restless and impolite.
Love is not jealous or boastful, the party spirit is insanely jealous and bombastic. It minimizes the significant attainment of its rivals while vaunting every trivial gain of its own as an accomplishment of the ages. No one else is ever as brash and domineering as one who is a party champion. Love does not insist on its own way, the party spirit is convinced it is the only way. Everyone outside the party is either ignorant or dishonest.