Clergyman's

“Fog.. So very..”””
— “”Do you like fog””She used the ancient, long-forgotten “”thou”” — the “”thou”” of the master to the slave. It entered into me slowly, sharply. Yes, I was a slave, and this, too, was necessary, was good.“”Yes, good..”” I said aloud to myself. And then to her,”” I hate fog. I am afraid of it.””“”That means you love it. You are afraid of it because it is stronger than you; you hate it because you are afraid of it: you love it because you cannot subdue it to your will. Only the unsubduable can be loved.– Yevgeny Zamyatin