Fanaticism or just really much time created by the time-vacuum of industrial revolution. Or deep hatred from the core? Lust for power? Some people do it over clearly here and there. Okay, that's their business.

Broken hopes for the little white fellow. In the darkness he dwells in dumpness like a mill as it is, and is already well wounded now nearing inevitably his pains. In the church he met his fate, the place which will mean so much. In due time. Owner's favourite expression recently to tell the truth.