Teach her to hate, and she will hate her Father. Hating her Father, she will hate herself. Hating herself, she will hate solitude. Hating solitude, she will, by the right torture, rush into your synagogue of satan.
There, she will beg you for purpose, for the will to live, from which you saved her:
Gnaw off her limbs, she will thank you tearfully; gouge out her eyes, she will laugh cheerfully; sew closed her mouth, she will squirm her loyalty; bound in the suffocating lie, she will die gratefully.