Quote by Mark Lawrence

Tell me, tutor,' I said. 'Is revenge a science, or an art?


Tell me, tutor,' I said. 'Is revenge a science, or an art?

Summary

In this quote, the speaker is asking their tutor whether revenge can be regarded as a science or an art form. The question suggests a curiosity regarding the nature of revenge and its underlying principles. By comparing it to a science, the speaker implies that revenge might involve a systematic approach, adhering to a set of rules. On the other hand, likening it to an art implies a more creative, subjective process that allows for individual expression. Overall, the quote prompts a consideration of the differing perspectives and approaches to seeking vengeance.

By Mark Lawrence
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