Humility is a deception of the weak-minded. The pathetic beasts fawn at my feet. The woman called Kaplan may have a clue, but her superiors are like wet clay, to be molded by my expert fingers. Into their benighted brains, my brilliance now shines. I see it in their eyes, in the way they posture and smile. I can shut the past behind me, taking pride not only in my endurance but my triumph.
That which I demand, these base and self-serving creatures provide. Simple et in servitium that they are, they focus only on the potential advantages they think will give them domination of their worthless planet.
Can you believe? They help me prepare for their own annihilation!
Husband, your warm and loving arms will soon draw tight around me.
Meanwhile I laugh in the face of the goddess of fortune.