"I was struggling to reach you but you thrust me back so that I knew the taste of death. For you thwart the proud. And what greater pride could there be to assert, as I did in my strange madness, that by nature I was what you are? I was changeable, and I knew it; for if I wanted to be a learned man, it could only mean that I wanted to be better than I was."
Confessiones, Book IV, 15