Even in human life we have seen the passion to dominate, almost to digest, one's fellow; to make his whole intellectual and emotional life merely an extension of one's own---to hate one's hatreds and resent one's grievances and indulge one's egoism through him as well as through oneself. His own little store of passion must of course be suppressed to make room for ours. If he resists this suppression, he is being very selfish.- C.S. Lewis from the 1960 preface to The Screwtape Letters
On Earth this desire is often called "love." In Hell I feign that they recognise it as hunger.
It really is too bad that we use just one word for love compared to the three that the Greek used. The above perverse possible definition of love contrasts with that in Paul's first letter to the Corinthians.
