Some people might fool themselves into thinking anger can be useful in certain situations. We need to show them what anger really is — wild and insane madness. Let's give anger back all the things that belong to it: torture racks, ropes, dungeons, and crosses. Fires lit around buried bodies. Hooks that drag both the living and the dead. Every kind of chain and punishment. Cut-off limbs, branded foreheads, pits full of wild animals. Picture anger standing among all these tools of hers, growling in a way that fills you with dread. She is more horrible than any of the methods she uses to unleash her rage.
Lest it should delude any one into thinking that on certain occasions and in certain positions it may be useful, we must show its unbridled and frenzied madness, we must restore to it its attributes, the rack, the cord, the dungeon, and the cross, the fires lighted round men’s buried bodies, the hook[1] that drags both living men and corpses, the different kinds of fetters, and of punishments, the mutilations of limbs, the branding of the forehead, the dens of savage beasts. Anger should be represented as standing among these her instruments, growling in an ominous and terrible fashion, herself more shocking than any of the means by which she gives vent to her fury.