"But Count," Franz said, "with this philosophy where you become both judge and executioner, you'd have a hard time avoiding the law. Hatred is blind, rage makes you reckless, and someone pouring out vengeance risks a bitter outcome."
"Yes, if he's poor and inexperienced. Not if he's rich and skilled. Besides, the worst that could happen is the punishment we already discussed, the one the humanitarian French Revolution substituted for being torn apart by horses or broken on the wheel. What does that punishment matter, as long as he gets his revenge? Honestly, I almost regret that this miserable Peppino probably won't be beheaded, since you would've had a chance to see how quickly it's over and whether it's even worth mentioning. But really, this is a strange conversation for Carnival time, gentlemen. How did we even start talking about this? Ah, I remember, you asked for a spot at my window. You'll have it, but first let's eat breakfast. The servant is here to tell us it's ready."
