Gary D. SchmidtVengeance is sweet. Vengeance taken when the vengee isn't sure who the venger is, is sweeter still.
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Vengeance is sweet, but vengeance taken when the vengee isn't sure who the venger is, is sweeter still. If you are a victim of another person's actions, you may be angry and want revenge. But, depending on who wronged you, you may not know if it was an accident or not. If so, the pleasure of revenge is greatly diminished. On the other hand, if you are certain that the person who wronged you is indeed the same person who wronged you again, then vengeance will be sweeter still.
Source: The Wednesday Wars
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