For making conditions frustrating, all crimes being socially attributable):
A generous heart, conscious of how easily it can soil itself
With uncontrollable passions, will trade with its nature’s pelf¹
To square accounts with non-cavers, who claim all aggression’s reactive.
If the doc was aware of his natures, the good and the unattractive,
He could still rejoice in his discovery of the habit-forming functionary -
In powers of imagination and planning, by which he gave rein to Old Harry.
So what excuse can I have, if I find myself transformed
Suddenly by Hyde uninvited (in built-in reactions unformed
By parents, teachers, subcultures)? While the beast has no foresight or tools
And worships the force of the present, salivating Pavlovian pools,
Man can predict and control his impulses on the biological level,
Transcend them on the psycho-social, where aims in means do revel,
Where all our doing has its fount, neither in the nature of the human
Nor outside, but in matters of conscience between myself and my fellow man
And between myself and the future I am...