Ranting is another thing...

"... the impulse to kill him becomes so strong sometimes, when I think of the way he's stolen my life and trampled all over it and then thinks it's sufficient if he reads a few highbrow books, that I don't know how to get over it. I clench my fists together to keep from rushing at his greasy yellow head, or throwing something into that noisy mouth, forever boasting and screaming. If I could kill him and that child... I'd gladly do time for it. But what would the kids do? Go to an asylum? No one could stand it."

-Christina Stead The Man Who Loved Children