Title: What Will Become of Your Young Pride
By: Euphrosyne
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17

But [your crime] will be there, one hundred times denied, always there, dragging itself behind you. Then you will finally know that you have committed your life with one throw of the die, once and for all, and there is nothing you can do but tug your crime along until your death. Such is the law, just and unjust, of repentance. Then we will see what will become of your young pride.

  Jean-Paul Sartre (1905–1980), French novelist, philosopher, dramatist, political activist. Clytemnestra to her daughter Electra in The Flies, act 1, Gallimard (1947).

 
 
 

He’d remembered this day all his life it was that momentous. It was also that heartbreaking.

 He’d been so young and had so much ahead of him. So beautiful and so body proud, not egotistical exactly but very aware of every aspect of his body and not at all shy. His mere physical presence could turn heads and quicken heartbeats. He always enjoyed his effects on others, reveled in it. Now, that was all gone, all in the remote and distant past.

There he stood in front of himself, looking exactly as he remembered he looked and pretended that he still looked now, staring at himself.

Should he tell himself who he is? How would that change any of this? Why put this poor, beautiful creature through that, have him carry that burden as well? Would it be a paradox if he did? Would the entirety of the known universe come to a screeching halt if he introduced himself? He blinked and the angel in front of him started. Oh, that’s right, he’d thought he was a display or a specimen of some kind and wasn’t aware that he was even alive until now.

“Hello.” The angel spoke, even the voice was perfect, exactly as he remembered it. Could he get him to sing? How does one persuade an angel to sing?

“Hello.” He replied. He would ask his name next, he always did. How could he reply, what would he reply?

“I’m Captain Jack Harkness, and who are you?”

He’d have to use the other name or give it all away. He could cross through his own timeline but this one was too young to even be allowed a suspicion that might alter things. How could him knowing alter things? He could never die, but if he knew his fate it might change his focus later, when he finally decides that physicality was no longer as important and then he might never develop his mentality. No, best to use the other name, the one the beings on Eucerous had given him, millennia ago now what was that…he fought hard to retrieve that memory.

“I am Mahsul.”

He could see the curiosity in those eyes, the questions forming inside that brain…that simple, quiet brain. Then there was none of the noise that he experienced now, the clamor of worlds that he kept intact with his mental prowess. What would he give to go back to that time, when his physical prowess was the important thing in his life? His sexuality had been a thing of pride then with good reason. Now, that too was gone.

He was, he just… was.

He was all things to many and most things to everyone else. He held their entirety in his mind, on the tip of brain; he was the glue that held the fabric of the universe together. Over time his brain had super developed and his body withered. He could change all that right now just by telling himself who he really is, of course the resulting paradox would erase most of the universe. But he’d given up killing eons and eons ago, now he tried to hold it all together.

Suddenly he wished he’d had fingers again, and could run them across those features and through that hair. These were pleasures too simple perhaps to be appreciated by anyone but himself in his current situation. His reverie was broken when the angel spoke again.

“Where do you come from and why are you here?”

“I intend no harm.”

“You’ll excuse me but everyone says that, usually before they do something bad.”

The tendrils inside the field twitched with memory and he nearly smiled.

“I come from the far future and am merely visiting. I will not stay and will go nowhere else. I come for conversation only.”

“Really? So you just want someone to talk to?”

“Yes.”

“Why? Is there no one where you are from that you can interact with?”

“No…there are too many, they demand much. I am alone, the only one of my kind.”

“So why here? Why now?”

“You know of temporality, of the fabric of the universe and the sudden appearance of otherworldly beings does not disrupt your life as it does others. And… you will have no demands of me.”

The beautiful face smiled and the head nodded. He pulled a chair out from behind the desk and sat down in full view.

“Pressure at work, huh? I get it, so what would you like to talk about?” 
 

Part 2 
 

The time was well spent, the effort and mental energy it had taken to travel this far back in time was worth everything. If had still been this beautiful creature he might think himself out of his mind to be carrying on a conversation with himself after all talking to oneself was considered… ill in this naïve time. It would be his salvation or his undoing, if that were possible. Retreating to his own past for his own companionship was a desperate act of loneliness.

They spoke of only things that were current. His beautiful self somehow seemed to know that he longed for simplicity even in conversation.

“… so the rift presents some complications for us, but we manage to handle everything that comes through without any problem.”

That was a lie and he knew it; remembered it. He had been feigning extreme competence in an effort to keep this still possible threat from gaining the advantage.

“I am happy for that. Temporal rifts can be dangerous when managed by amateurs.”

“So, do you travel temporally all the time, or is this a special occasion?”

“I travel temporally and spatially in an instant.”

“How?”

There would be no harm in telling this child something he could never hope to understand anyway.

“With my mind.”

“Really?... Wow, that’s… impressive.”

“To you, perhaps.”

“So I’m guessing where you come from a lot of beings look to you to solve their problems and you need a respite?”

“Yes.” Would that this face could smile like that again, but even the muscles of his visage had responsibilities now, keeping the fabric of time and space together involved investment of every cell of him and could no longer be spared for such trivial things.

“Everyone needs a holiday I suppose even…even supreme beings...” He quirked his head to the side with that crooked smile. “…I’m guessing that’s why you have no one to talk to, right? So where are you from, Mahsul?” 
“Many, many places and many times.” 
“Okay, cryptic and enigmatic, I get it. I suppose you have to be careful not to give too much away, right? Timeline violations and all?”

“I am not concerned with such trivialities.” Two of the tendrils around his head twitched and moved as they went about the business of maintaining the universe.

“Trivialities?”

“To me, yes.”

“So you’re from the far future?” 
“Yes.”

“How far?” 
“Very, very far.”

“Okay, what do you want to talk about?”

“You and your life.” 
“Ahh, my favorite subject then. What would you like to know?” 
“Tell me about your current love.”

“Ianto? Why?” 
“Ianto? Ianto?” The name rumbled around inside his memory. A voice came into his memory and another beautiful face came into mind. “Tell me of this Ianto.”

“Well, he’s not just a pretty face…”

He listened to the tales of weevil hunting with Ianto, Ianto’s coffee skills, how Ianto looked in a suit, the way Ianto spoke and as the words flowed from this earlier version of himself he remembered just how much he… felt…back then.

Jack spoke at length and studied the face of the being in front of him. As he ended his soliloquy he narrowed his focus.

“Just how far in the future did you say you were from again?”

“Very far.”

“Okay, so still cryptic then. Well, do you do this often? Come back in time to visit? Aren’t you afraid of compromising the timelines?”

“No, I would never interfere.”

“But I’m what?…”

“A fixed point in time, safe.”

“So will you visit often?”

“I would like to if you have no objection.”

“No… not at all. It would be better if I knew when however so that I’m certain to be here when you drop in. I wouldn’t want you frightening the troops by popping in at an inopportune moment.”

“I will be cautious.”

“Okay, that’s all I ask. So what do you do with your time?”

“I…am the caretaker of the universe.”

“So…some would see you as a supreme being then.”

“Some do, but it is not a viewpoint that I encourage. It is difficult, however to prevent some from attributing what they fear and do not understand to a mystical cause.”

“I have the same problem around here…” Jack shook his head.

The tendrils twitched with amusement.

“…So, can I get something for you? Coffee? Water?”

“I require nothing.”

“Nothing? Ever?”

“Only companionship. I long ago overcame the needs of the body.”

“Uh, what body?”

“I used to have one, but no longer required it.”

“Really? Don’t you miss it? What about …”

“Sex?” 
“Yes.”

“There are many kinds of gratification.”

“Yes, but the others are so…so…”

“Ungratifying?”

“Exactly!...” Harkness motioned towards the face with a wide grin. “… I mean sex isn’t EVERYTHING…but I’d miss it.”

“Would you?...” The face blinked and considered his younger self’s answer “…you are certain of that?”

“Oh yeah.” 
“Tell me what is it you would miss about it.” 
 

Part 3 

“Oh-kay…well…” Taken aback by the response, Harkness regarded the large visage in the containment field before him. This being had no body; but it sounded like it had one at some point and abandoned it for some reason. “..wow. I don’t think I’ve ever had to explain that before…frankly, I enjoy it. There’s nothing like the feeling of someone else’s skin moving against yours; working towards mutual satisfaction. Skin slipping against skin, slick heat. Knowing that you can make someone else forget everything but the feeling of you against them and produce that kind of response in someone else, that kind of connection. It’s the kind of pleasure that rocks you to your center, a supernova of feeling…the time between heartbeats, between breaths…like a millisecond and an eternity at the same time balanced on the edge of pain. Didn’t you ever have that feeling.”

“Of course.”

“Yet you don’t you miss it?”

“I exchanged it for more esoteric pleasures. After you have done it all, experienced it all, there is nothing new.”

“Oh, I disagree…every time, every person it’s like a rebirth…or a reaffirmation of life…it makes me feel alive.” 
“Is that all, the only thing that makes you feel like that.”

“Well, no…not the ONLY thing.”

“What else?”

“Umm….Well, when you’ve been around as long as I have you kind of tend to focus.”

“You speak as if you are old, my friend, Jack?”

“I am. I was born in the 51st century.”

“But this is the 21st.”

“I was a time agent…moved around temporally a lot…then something happened to me…”

“Rose Tyler.”

“You know?” 
“I do.”

“How?”

“Through our mutual friend the Doctor.”

“Ahh, of course…Rose brought me back to life after looking into the time vortex, now I can never die.”

“I know, that is why you are a fixed point.”

“Why I’m safe for you, you mean?”

“Yes…. And the only time you ever perceive pleasure is through the physical?” 
“No…not the only time.”

“What else gives you pleasure my friend, Jack?”

“The sunrise, watching the sunrise…watching these people go about their lives, oblivious to everything going on out there…self contained and protected.”

“Is that wise? Protecting them from everything out there?”

“Probably not, but they are too young to understand it and like children what they don’t understand they tend to destroy.”

He spoke of them as children when he was so child-like himself. The Face of Boe allowed two of the muscles on one side of his mouth to neglect their duties long enough to twitch in response to the beautiful child’s naïveté.

“So then more than physicality gives you pleasure?” 
“Of course, but you were the one who asked about Ianto.”

“I was…is Ianto merely a physical pleasure for you then?”

“Oh no…Ianto is much more. I’ve not felt like this about anyone in a long time…I never thought I could…love anyone again. Ianto’s special.” 
“Why?”

“Because he makes me feel alive something I’d nearly given up on.”

“And you are happy?”

“Now? Yes. But it won’t last.” 
“Does he not love you?”

“I think he does, but everyone dies…even if he stays with me, survives working here for Torchwood…he’ll still die and then I’ll be alone… again. I don’t know how long I can keep on…losing everything, everyone I care about. It wears you down.”

“Yet your greatest pleasure is still achieved through the physical?” 
“That’s all that’s left. I can’t keep putting myself through all this… I become attached to them and then my heart breaks.”

“Again and again, yet you continue to put yourself into the same situation?”

“I need to feel…”

“Loved?”

“Anything…preferably loved…I just wish there wasn’t so much pain involved.” 

The pain in the child’s eyes shone through the blue.

“I am sorry for you. There are other things.”

“You keep saying that. Who are you, anyway?”

“I told you.”

“You gave me a name, not quite the same thing as telling me who you are.”

“I am Mahsul.”

“Yes, so you said.”

“I am the oldest being in the universe.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I have seen many come and go, had more loves than there are stars and more sorrows too.”

“But you didn’t give up?”

“I did, for a long time. Like you, I watched those around me grow old and die and I persisted.”

“How do you cope? How do you manage to stay sane; because there are times when I think I’ll go mad.”

“Who is to say I have not?”

“Oh good point.”

“Will you stay with this Ianto?”

“For as long as he wants me.”

“Will you not tire of him?”

“No…I’ll stay with him, if he’ll have me, if he survives… I’ll watch him wither and die and mourn him for a hundred years, until I can no longer remember the feeling of his touch on my skin or hear his whispers in my sleep.”

“I am sad for you child. There should be more for you than pain and mourning.”

“Life is pain…life is death.” Jack shrugged and plucked a nearly imperceptible piece of lint front his trouser leg affording him the chance to look down and blink his eyes clear of the tears that threatened. He’d never opened up about this stuff to anyone and suddenly here was this perfect stranger and he was pouring his guts out.  

The Face of Boe remembered the tears forming and the lump in his throat, his younger self was on the verge of breaking down. This precious young reflection of himself should not be always so sad. He had come here to see himself happy, free of the cares of maintaining the universe. And had only managed to remind them both of how alone they were.

“I am sorry… I have brought this sadness upon you.”

“The sadness is always there Mahsul… I have just never shared it with anyone before now.”

“Then I count myself as privileged that you decided to share it with me, my friend. There are beings that are longer lived than these ephemerals, other options that would allow for more happiness between the tears.”

“I know. But there would still be the tears and then this planet would be unprotected and this rift makes them so very vulnerable. Someone has to look out for them and until someone else comes along and volunteers, that will be me.”

“The Doctor cares for this planet as well.”

“Yes, but he doesn’t stick around to take care of the little things, he only comes back for the catastrophes. They need a full time guardian, not crisis intervention.”

“And you are this guardian?”

“For now.”

“At some point they must be left to make their own way in the universe.”

“And when that time comes I’ll step aside…but for now….they still need me.”

“There is much you give up to stay here my friend, beauty you sacrifice for the sake of these.”

“There is beauty here as well, Mahsul, you just need to look for it.”

“Like your Ianto?”

“Yes, like Ianto…and other kinds of beauty, too…” He chuckled “…sometimes I can make him forget his own name, usually he’s so eloquent…that lovely Welsh brogue…I tease him and he hates it, I bring him to the edge and then stop and ask him questions…” He laughed again, “…I refuse to go on until he does what I ask…I make him talk to me…just to hear him stammer responses in that brogue…” 
“Is that not cruel?”

“... well he says it is, but it’s a game.” Jack shrugged.

“Does he enjoy these games as much as you do?”

“I think he does.”

“What does HE say?”

“He says I cheat.”

“Do you?”

“Most of the time, he wouldn’t know how to act if I didn’t he expects it and I like to please him.” Jack shrugged.

“He sounds beautiful.”

“He is beautiful….” Jack sighed and shook his head “…so, Mahsul, how are things as a supreme being?”

“Interesting.”

“Really? Tell me about it.” 

Part 4 

 “I also gave up for a time, my friend and then decided that my own needs would be better served if I directed my emotions to entire worlds…”

“The bigger picture as it were?”

“…Yes, this has brought me greater joy and less sorrow than focusing on a single being… make no mistake, it still pains me greatly when a world passes for an entire planet or species can be lost however there is so much more to focus on and the time between these events is much greater that it passes quicker.”

“Entire worlds? How much, uh do you manage?”

“Most of it.”

“Most of what?” 
“Most of everything.”

“That’s…ambitious. Makes you a bit of an overachiever doesn’t it?”

“I suppose it does, but it serves to occupy my mind.” 
“So, basically, managing the universe takes your mind off how alone you are?”

“For the most part. You are wiser than your years, my friend.”

“I know how it is. But that won’t help me. I can’t help but form attachments…”

“You have much love within you to give.”

“Yeah… I need, I need to have something, someone … but I don’t have entire worlds to focus on to divert my attention like you do…”

“So there is pain.”

Jack sighed and nodded haltingly. “Lots of it…more than I can stand.”

“Obviously that is not true.”

“Okay, I don’t cope well…anymore. I’m tired.”

“Do you wish to die, my friend Jack?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes I just want it to be over so I can get the same relief as everyone else…but the pain never ends.”

The Face of Boe could feel the child’s pain, remembered it. He vividly recalled the desperation he experienced during this time and how he yearned for relief from his eternal prison of life. He remembered what he had done to help his younger self through this painful time, he knew he needed to do it to maintain the timeline. It was a self fulfilling prophecy, somewhat but not entirely paradoxical.

“May I show you something?”

“What?”

“Touch me.”

“Where…how?”

I will allow your hand to pass into the field.”

Jack was hesitant.

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”

“Have I given you any cause to fear me?”

“No.”

“Do I threaten you?” 
“No.”

“Do you fear for your life, my friend Jack?”

“Of course not, you know that.”

“Then why do you hesitate?” 
“Because I fear for them.” He motioned towards the Hub “I fear what might happen to them if you kill me, the time it would give you to harm my team.”

“I would never do so.”

“And I should believe you why?”

“Take a chance, my friend…that you may achieve some happiness in your life.”

“Sounds like a lottery advert to me… I’m not big on games of chance.”

“Nor am I.”

Jack sighed. “Alright but if I wake up dead, you won’t be welcome here anymore.”

“I understand.” 

Jack reached up tentatively. His fingers tingled slightly as his hand passed into the field that surrounded the being and he presumed maintained some kind of special atmosphere.

A single tendril with a lobular end moved slowly toward his hand, when they made contact, Jack discovered the tendril was surprisingly warm and soft although it looked like tanned leather. The bulbous end of the tendril closed around his finger and he felt a sudden flush. His eyes closed in response to the rush of warmth through his body, like an orgasm it infused his every nerve. Then, there in his mind he saw the most amazing thing he’d ever seen, like an explosion of light in a pool of pitch. A giant cloud of gas coalesced into a ball and illuminated everything; he could almost feel the heat on his face. Other clouds started to speed towards the now more focused bright spot and it began to grow in size and intensity.

Suddenly, Jack knew what he was watching. Mahsul spoke in his mind before he could ask.

“This is birth, friend Jack.”

Jack watched as the glowing orb now huge in his view grew impossibly larger, the center so dense with light is was practically black in his vision.

The light and heat was beginning to be painful for him and he gasped slightly as the intensity increased even more. In a reflexive response he reached into the field further and closed his hand around the bulbous end of the tendril. He felt a shift and suddenly his body felt electrified but the heat diminished. He could feel…everything…his entire body a alive with sensation, he became aroused with all of the feelings coursing through him. He could hear Mahsul’s voice inside his head.

“I will protect you, let yourself go, my friend.”

Jack wasn’t sure it was the smart thing to do, but it was certainly what his body wanted and he relaxed as the field expanded around his chair and encompassed him entirely. He arched in the chair as sensation engulfed him again and every nerve in his body was alight with pleasure. He groaned as the orb pulsed and increased in size until he could see nothing around him but the glowing concentration of pulsing gas. He was so hard it hurt and he felt the being holding him in the protective field tense as well as if he too, neared orgasm. They sped away from the expanding brightness until it could be seen inside an area of complete darkness. He thought about reaching down with his other hand to adjust his painful hardness but didn’t think that would be such a good idea to show what might still be a potential threat such a weakness. The voice came into his head again.

“Let yourself go, my friend…enjoy the sensation of the beginning.”

Jack did he reached down with his other hand and before he could actually make contact with the bulge that threatened to split the zipper of his trousers, he arched again and the glowing sphere darkened, seemed to contract, then exploded around him. He felt himself pulsing into his trousers as the star pushed out matter, its essence into the blackness. He matched its pulsing pushing his own essence out with a gasp as he stiffened, arched in the chair. He shuddered and began to fall to the floor; but never made it, the tendrils were there to hold him, stroking his body and holding it off both the floor and the chair.

“Let go.”

He had never come so much in his life in total, again and again orgasm ripped through him washed over him like breakers allowing him to sigh and breathe for a split second before the next one came over him. Even after his seed stopped spilling he still came over and over, the intensity not diminishing at all. He watched as the expelled matter coalesced again and the glowing orb began to spin in a more settled motion now, the orb still expelling matter which collided with that which it had already expelled creating more flares in the sea of blackness. The Face of Boe relaxed as his own completion moved through him and into the child he ‘held’ in his mind. 

They stayed like that for some time, with Jack watching the new galaxy taking shape around him and in awe of the orgasms that continued to rush through him and the being that held him seemingly enjoying some kind of post coital moment of its own. Finally, he managed a cohesive thought.

“How long does this last… this sensation?”

The response, was that a mental groan he heard?

“Millennia.”

“If it was at all possible…I think this could be what kills me…I’d like it to be anyway.”

Jack managed the thoughts between waves of continuing orgasm, the Face of Boe wanted to hold him for as long as he could, to keep the satisfied expression on that young face but he knew they would soon be interrupted. He withdrew the flow of sensation to the child allowing the tendrils of himself to place the child back into the chair gently. 

Jack sighed as the orgasms diminished and then stopped. He shifted in the chair and felt the cold wetness inside his trousers.

“I haven’t come in my pants for a long time, that…that was…different, thank you.”

The tendrils withdrew and the field receded back into the space it had occupied previously.

“As you see there is satisfaction beyond the physical.”

“I don’t know that felt pretty physical to me.” Jack shifted in his damp trousers.

“Well it would to you, but in fact it was beyond that, you merely responded physically.”

“Well, okay…whatever. So that was that what I thought it was? Was that the formation of a galaxy?”

“Yes.”

Harkness took a deep breath and ran his hand across his sweaty brow.

“Do you do that often?”

 
“No, I wanted you to see that there is beauty and satisfaction other than the physical.”

“You said the feeling lasted for millennia?"

  
“Millennia and more.”

“Well I guess that would be the textbook definition of job satisfaction.”

“It helps to balance the emptiness of endings. Without sorrow there can be no joy. If you would…”

“If you’re going to offer to show me the sorrow, I think I’ll pass, my version of sorrow is bad enough I don’t think I want to see what yours is like.”

“I understand.” The Face blinked slowly, slightly disappointed that the child did not wish to know true sorrow hoping that somehow it would be different this time. In truth that first experience of total sorrow had helped to take away his arrogance and shaped him into the benevolent being he was now. He knew it was too early for this child to have that arrogance and experience it had come much later in his personal timeline but he thought that maybe this time it would be different.

“I’ve disappointed you, haven’t I?”

“No.”

“Yes, I have… you wanted someone to share this with and I’m sorry I can’t be that person.”

“No one can, not yet.” The Face spoke with sadness.

“Maybe in a couple of hundred years I can be, I’m just not ready yet.”

“You are much wiser than your years, my friend Jack. But I must go now. Would it be too much to ask to return so we may speak again? I have enjoyed this visit very much.”

“As long as it doesn’t disrupt anything I don’t see why not. It’s nice having someone around who I can talk to, who understands the loneliness.”

“Your Ianto comes to you now… treasure him and your time together… it will sustain you… Goodbye for now, my friend.”

Jack shifted in his chair glancing at the door. He could hear Ianto’s footsteps ringing on the metal stairs as he approached. When he glanced back, Mahsul was gone and there was no evidence he had ever been there.

 

Ianto opened the door coffee in hand. Jack was sitting in a chair in the middle of the room with a slightly bewildered look on his face and a wet spot in the crotch of his trousers.

“Jack? What’s going on? What have you been up to?”

Confused blue eyes snapped up to Ianto’s face.

“What?”

“I said what have you been up to…” Ianto motioned to the wet spot one the grey trousers “…did I interrupt something, looks like you not only started but finished without me.”

“Must have dozed off.”

“Okay… you moved your chair out from behind your desk; then dozed off and obviously had a wet dream. That’s a little unusual even for you.” Ianto placed the mug onto the desk as Jack stood and stepped up to him laying a hand on either hip to pull him close.

Ianto laughed and pulled back.

“Oh no you don’t. You aren’t going to make a mess of my trousers as well. I would suggest you at least change before anyone else sees you like this.”

“Would it help if I told you I was dreaming about you?”

“Might do, yeah. But since I’m the one who has to take your clothing to the drycleaners I would appreciate if the next time you decide to dream about me you not make a mess in your trousers… sir.” Ianto laughed.

“I think I’ll have a shower and change.”

“Excellent idea; the others are getting ready to leave for the day, I’ll order dinner and then maybe we can act out your dream. I’d love to see what inspired THAT!” Ianto pointed at the wet spot as he turned to leave the room.

 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

88) 4286. Oliver Goldsmith. 1730?-1774. Bartlett, John, comp. 1919. Familiar Quotations, 10th ed.  
...NUMBER: 4286 AUTHOR: Oliver Goldsmith (1730?–1774) QUOTATION: Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of humankind pass by. 1 ATTRIBUTION: The... 

150) 6252. Ralph Waldo Emerson. 1803-1882. Bartlett, John, comp. 1919. Familiar Quotations, 10th ed.  
...NUMBER: 6252 AUTHOR: Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882) QUOTATION: And every man, in love or pride, Of his fate is ever wide. ATTRIBUTION: Nemesis. WORKS: Ralph Waldo... 

163) 48318. Sartre, Jean-Paul. The Columbia World of Quotations. 1996  
...longer possible to escape men. Farewell to the monsters, farewell to the saints. Farewell to pride. All that is left is men. ATTRIBUTION:Jean-Paul Sartre (1905-1980),... 

221) 124. John Heywood. 1497?-1580? Bartlett, John, comp. 1919. Familiar Quotations, 10th ed.  
...goeth before and shame commeth after. 1 ATTRIBUTION: Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x. Note 1. Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.—Proverbs... 

282) 5413. Thomas Moore. 1779-1852. Bartlett, John, comp. 1919. Familiar Quotations, 10th ed.  
...of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara s walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory s thrill is o er; And hearts that once beat... 

322) 5925. Baudelaire, Charles. The Columbia World of Quotations. 1996  
...reduces everything to the same level, is daily carrying away these last champions of human pride, and submerging, in the waters of oblivion, the last traces of these... 

340) 1810. William Shakespeare. Othello. 1564-1616. Bartlett, John, comp. 1919. Familiar Quotations, 10th ed.  
...trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And, O you mortal engines,... 

327) 42275. Nietzsche, Friedrich. The Columbia World of Quotations. 1996  
...the proximity of something "ugly." His feeling of power, his will to power, his courage, his pride-they decline with ugliness, they rise with beauty. ATTRIBUTION:Friedrich... 

357) 48214. Sartre, Jean-Paul. The Columbia World of Quotations. 1996  
...is the law, just and unjust, of repentance. Then we will see what will become of your young pride. ATTRIBUTION:Jean-Paul Sartre (1905-1980), French novelist, philosopher,... 

363) 41842. Nietzsche, Friedrich. The Columbia World of Quotations. 1996  
...concepts and names of things as in aeternae veritates he has appropriated to himself that pride by which he raised himself above the animal: he really thought that...