H. Rider Haggard,
She — Chapter XVIII: "Go, Woman…
(1887)
“ I cried, "it would be a wicked crime; and from a crime naught comes but what is evil. For thine own sake, do not this deed.""Is it, then, a crime, oh foolish man, to put away that which stands between us and our ends? Then is our life one long crime, my Holly, since day by day we destroy that we may live, since in this world none save the strongest can endure. Those who are weak must perish; the earth is to the strong, and the fruits thereof. For every tree that grows a score shall wither, that the strong one may take their share. ”
