How do I loathe you? let me count the ways.
I loathe you to the depth and breadth and height
Your planes can reach, in flight, time out of sight,
To end poor beings just to save your face.
I loathe you to the level of each day's
Most anguished blaze, by sun or Press flashlight.
I loathe you freely, as my undimmed right;
I loathe you purely, as I'd douse false praise;
I loathe you with old passion put to use
In my new griefs, and with my Party's faith;
I loathe you with disgust I'll never loose
On other men, - I loathe you with my all -
Scorn, tears, rage, all my life - and, when we choose,
I shall but loathe you better when you fall.

                    (Apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning)