So that no one may be deceived into supposing that there is any time, any place where anger will be of benefit, its unbridled and deranged madness must be revealed, and it must have restored to it the equipment that is its very own – the horse of torture, the cord, the gaol, the cross, the fires that encircle live bodies buried in the ground, the hook that drags along corpses as well, the different kinds of chains and of punishments, the tearing of limbs, branding of the forehead, the pits where monstrous beasts prowl: let anger be set in the midst of these implements, uttering a terrible and horrible shriek, more loathsome than all these instruments that let it vent its fury.

Seneca, ‘On Anger’