In the hands of Flaubert, Lawrence or Duras, lust becomes a way of exposing the small humiliations, private fantasies and enormous vanities that people spend their lives concealing.
Wrath can be inherited, provoked by confinement, born from obsession, hidden beneath good manners or turned against oneself.
Greed does not emerge within humans as a loud antagonist. More often, it begins with a small justification, a quiet compromise, or the belief that one deserves just a little more than everyone else.
Satan is the most psychologically precise portrait of pride in all of literature, and he is rendered in the most beautiful blank verse in the English language.
