“If thine eye offend thee, pluck it out,” el Çifr said, looking, or so it seemed, straight at me. “That is a fine quotation, but I say also, if anyone’s eye offend you, rip it out. Claw it out! Shoot it out! An eye for an eye!”
His words shot through me like a spasm of pain. I sat forward in my seat, alert as I could be.
“Why turn the other cheek?” he continued. “Why be hit at all? If hearts are steeped against you, cut them out. Don’t wait to be the victim. Strike first at your enemies. If their eyes offend you, blow them out. If their hearts offend you, rip them out. If any member offends you, cut it off and shove it down their throats.”