Revenge (also known as vengeance or payback) is a harmful action against a person or group as a response to a real or perceived grievance. Although many aspects of revenge resemble the concept of justice, revenge connotes a more injurious and punitive focus as opposed to a harmonious and restorative one. Whereas justice generally implies actions undertaken and supported by a legitimate judicial system, by a system of ethics, or on behalf of an ethical majority, revenge generally implies actions undertaken by an individual or narrowly defined group outside the boundaries of judicial or ethical conduct. The goal of revenge usually consists of forcing the perceived wrongdoer to suffer the same or greater pain than that which was originally inflicted.
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In some societies, it is believed that the punishment in revenge should be more than the original injury, as a punitive measure. The Old Testament "an eye for an eye" (cf. Exodus 21:24) validates the concept of proportionate revenge, in which there would be a simple 'equality of suffering'. Detractors argue that revenge is a simple logical fallacy, of the same design as "two wrongs make a right."
Of the psychological, moral, and cultural foundation for revenge, philosopher Martha Nussbaum has written: "The primitive sense of the just—remarkably constant from several ancient cultures to modern institutions...—starts from the notion that a human life...is a vulnerable thing, a thing that can be invaded, wounded, violated by another's act in many ways. For this penetration, the only remedy that seems appropriate is a counter invasion, equally deliberate, equally grave. And to right the balance truly, the retribution must be exactly, strictly proportional to the original encroachment. It differs from the original act only in the sequence of time and in the fact that it is response rather than original act—a fact frequently obscured if there is a long sequence of acts and counteracts".[1]
People who seek revenge tend to value "right-wing authoritarianism and social dominance." Desire for the sustenance of power motivates vengeful behavior as a means of impression management: "People who are more vengeful tend to be those who are motivated by power, by authority and by the desire for status. They don't want to lose face," says Social psychologist Ian McKee.[2][3]
Vendettas or "blood feuds" are cycles of provocation and retaliation, fuelled by a burning desire for revenge and carried out over long period of time by familial or tribal groups; they were an important part of many pre-industrial societies, especially in the Mediterranean region, and still persist in some areas. During the Middle Ages, most would not regard an insult or injury as settled until it was avenged, or, at the least, paid for — hence, the extensive Anglo-Saxon system of "wergild" (literally, "man-price") payments, which placed a certain monetary value upon certain acts of violence in an attempt to limit the spiral of revenge by codifying the responsibility of a malefactor. The story of Wimund the Bishop illustrates the typical implacability of the time: its hero, though blinded and imprisoned, would avenge himself against his enemies "if he had even but the eye of a sparrow".
In Japan's feudal past, the Samurai class upheld the honor of their family, clan, or their lord through the practice of revenge killings, or "katakiuchi" (敵討ち). These killings could also involve the relatives of an offender. Today, katakiuchi is most often pursued by peaceful means, but revenge remains an important part of Japanese culture.
The motto of Scotland, 'Nemo Me Impune Lacessit', is Latin for 'None shall provoke/injure me with impunity'. The origin of the motto reflects the feudal clan system of ancient Scotland, particularly the Highlands.
The goal of some legal systems is limited to "just" revenge — in the fashion of the contrapasso punishments awaiting those consigned to Dante's Inferno, some have attempted to turn the crime against the criminal, in clever and often gruesome ways.
Modern Western legal systems usually state as their goal the reform or re-education of a convicted criminal. Even in these systems, however, society is conceived of as the victim of a criminal's actions, and the notion of vengeance for such acts is an important part of the concept of justice — a criminal "pays his debt to society" evinced by countries such as the United States continuing the practice of capital punishment.
Interestingly, psychologists have found that the thwarted psychological expectation of revenge may lead to issues of victimhood.[citation needed]
The first written appearance of the proverb "revenge is a dish best served cold" is often wrongly credited to the 18th century novel Les liaisons dangereuses; it does not, in fact, appear there in any form. It is also said to have been borrowed by late 19th century British writers from the Afghan Pashtuns.[4] However, its earliest identified appearance in European literature is in the 1841 French novel Mathilde by Marie Joseph Eugène Sue: la vengeance se mange très-bien froide — there italicized as if quoting a proverbial saying — published in English translation in 1846 as revenge is very good eaten cold.[5]
The popularly familiar wording can be attributed to The Godfather by Mario Puzo, a major bestseller in 1969, but the 1949 film Kind Hearts and Coronets had it as revenge is a dish which people of taste prefer to eat cold. The familiar wording more recently appears in the title sequence of the Quentin Tarantino film Kill Bill: Vol 1, accredited as an "Old Klingon Proverb", referencing its use in Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, which so cites it.
The proverb suggests that revenge is more satisfying as a considered response enacted when unexpected, or long feared, inverting the more traditional revulsion toward 'cold-blooded' violence. In literature it is used, usually, to persuade another to forestall vengeance until wisdom can reassert itself.
Revenge or vengeance consists primarily of retaliation against a person or group in response to perceived wrongdoing. Although many aspects of revenge resemble or echo the concept of justice, revenge usually has a more injurious than harmonious goal. The vengeful wish consists of forcing the perceived wrongdoer to suffer the same pain that they inflicted in the first place, or of making sure that the wrongdoer can never inflict such an injury upon anyone else.
Revenge is the fire that consumes without compunction or mercy. No one is safe from one with vengeance in his heart. What can be done to a foe who cares nothing for himself, whose sole purpose in breathing is to create pain in your life? C.Allison
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At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard
Grenville lay,
And a pinnace, like a fluttered bird, came
flying from away:
"Spanish ships of war at sea! we have sighted
fifty-three!"
Then sware Lord Thomas Howard: "'Fore God,
I am no coward;
But I cannot meet them here, for my ships
are out of gear,
And the half my men are sick. I must fly,
but follow quick.
We are six ships of the line; can we fight
with fifty-three?"
Then spake Sir Richard Grenville: "I know
you are no coward;
You fly them for a moment, to fight with
them again.
But I've ninety men and more that are lying
sick ashore.
I should count myself the coward if I left
them, my Lord Howard,
To these Inquisition dogs and the devildoms
of Spain."
So Lord Howard passed away with five ships
of war that day,
Till he melted like a cloud in the silent
summer heaven;
But Sir Richard bore in hand all his sick
men from the land
Very carefully and slow,
Men of Bideford in Devon,
And we laid them on the ballast down
below;
For we brought them all aboard,
And they blest him in their pain that they
were not left to Spain,
To the thumbscrew and the stake, for the
glory of the Lord.
He had only a hundred seamen to work the
ship and to fight,
And he sail'd away from Flores till the
Spaniard came in sight,
With his huge sea-castles heaving upon the
weather bow.
"Shall we fight or shall we fly?
Good Sir Richard, tell us now,
For to fight is but to die!
"There'll be little of us left by the time this
sun be set"
And Sir Richard said again: "We be all good
Englishmen.
Let us bang these dogs of Seville, the
children of the devil,
For I never turn'd my back upon Don or
devil yet."
Sir Richard spoke and he laugh'd, and we
roar'd a hurrah, and so
The little _Revenge_ ran on sheer into the
heart of the foe,
With her hundred fighters on deck, and her
ninety sick below;
For half of their fleet to the right and
half to the left were seen,
And the little _Revenge_ ran on thro' the
long sea-lane between.
Thousands of their soldiers looked down
from their decks and laugh'd,
Thousands of their seamen made mock at the
mad little craft
Running on and on, till delay'd
By their mountain-like _San Philip_ that,
of fifteen hundred tons,
And up-shadowing high above us with her
yawning tiers of guns,
Took the breath from our sails, and we
stay'd.
And while now the great _San Philip_ hung
above us like a cloud
Whence the thunderbolt will fall
Long and loud.
Four galleons drew away
From the Spanish fleet that day,
And two upon the larboard and two upon the
starboard lay,
And the battle-thunder broke from them
all.
But anon the great _San Philip_, she
bethought herself and went,
Having that within her womb that had left
her ill content;
And the rest they came aboard us, and they
fought us hand to hand,
For a dozen times they came with their
pikes and musqueteers,
And a dozen times we shook 'em off as a dog
that shakes his ears
When he leaps from the water to the
land.
And the sun went down, and the stars came
out far over the summer sea,
But never a moment ceased the fight of the
one and the fifty-three;
Ship after ship, the whole night long,
their high-built galleons came,
Ship after ship, the whole night long, with
her battle-thunder
and
flame;
Ship after ship, the whole night long, drew
back with her dead
and
her shame.
For some were sunk and many were shatter'd,
and so could
fight
us no more--
God of battles, was ever a battle like this
in the world before?
For he said, "Fight on! fight on!"
Tho' his vessel was all but a wreck;
And it chanced that, when half of the short
summer night was gone,
With a grisly wound to be drest he had left
the deck,
But a bullet struck him that was dressing
it suddenly dead,
And himself he was wounded again in the
side and the head,
And he said, "Fight on! Fight on!"
And the night went down, and the sun smiled
out far
over
the summer sea,
And the Spanish fleet with broken sides lay
round us all in a ring;
But they dared not touch us again, for they
fear'd that
we
still could sting,
So they watched what the end would
be.
And we had not fought them in vain,
But in perilous plight were we,
Seeing forty of our poor hundred were
slain,
And half of the rest of us maim'd for
life
In the crash of the cannonades and the
desperate strife;
And the sick men down in the hold were most
of them stark and cold,
And the pikes were all broken or bent, and
the powder was
all
of it spent;
And the masts and the rigging were lying
over the side;
But Sir Richard cried in his English
pride:
"We have fought such a fight for a day and a
night
As may never be fought again!
We have won great glory, my men!
And a day less or more
At sea or ashore,
We die--does it matter when?
Sink me the ship, Master Gunner--sink her,
split her in twain!
Fall into the hands of God, not into the
hands of Spain!"
And the gunner said. "Ay, ay," but the
seamen made reply:
"We have children, we have wives,
And the Lord hath spared our lives.
We will make the Spaniard promise, if we
yield, to let us go;
We shall live to fight again, and to strike
another blow."
And the lion there lay dying, and they
yielded to the foe.
And the stately Spanish men to their
flagship bore him then,
Where they laid him by the mast, old Sir
Richard caught at last,
And they praised him to his face with their
courtly foreign grace;
But he rose upon their decks, and he
cried:
"I have fought for Queen and Faith like a valiant
man and true;
I have only done my duty as a man is bound
to do.
With a joyful spirit I, Sir Richard
Grenville, die!"
And he fell upon their decks, and he
died.
And they stared at the dead that had been
so valiant and true,
And had holden the power and glory of Spain
so cheap
That he dared her with one little ship and
his English few.
Was he devil or man? He was devil for aught
they knew,
But they sank his body with honour down
into the deep,
And they mann'd the _Revenge_ with a
swarthier alien crew,
And away she sail'd with her loss and
long'd for her own;
When a wind from the lands they had ruin'd
awoke from sleep,
And the water began to heave and the
weather to moan,
And or ever that evening ended a great gale
blew,
And a wave like the wave that is raised by
an earthquake grew,
Till it smote on their hulls, and their
sails, and their masts,
and
their flags,
And the whole sea plunged and fell on the
shot-shatter'd navy of Spain,
And the little _Revenge_ herself went down
by the island crags,
To be lost evermore in the main.
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