contra mundum
“My sister’s very pompous to-night,” said Sebastian, when she was gone.
“I don’t think she cares for me,” I said.
“I don’t think she cares for anyone much. I love her. She’s so like me.”
“Do you? Is she?”
“In looks I mean and the way she talks. I wouldn’t love anyone with a character like mine.”
…
”I was glad when I found Celia was unfaithful,” I said. “I felt it was all right for me to dislike her.”
“Is she? Do you? I’m glad. I don’t like her either. Why did you marry her?”